"It... It's the X-01 Prototype!"
"Instructor Han! Instructor Han is back!"
The members of the Ghost Squad were the first to recognize the fighter jet, and their faces instantly lit up with wild joy and excitement.
Watched by hundreds, the X-01 Prototype descended vertically without a single engine roar, as silent as a ghost.
It landed steadily in the open space before the Command Tower, not even stirring a single speck of dust.
This perfect mastery of such immense kinetic energy sent a shiver through the very souls of every Enlightenment Realm Martial Artist present.
"CLICK."
The cockpit canopy slowly opened.
Han Feng's figure came into view.
He stepped out of the cockpit. Instead of jumping, he simply let himself fall from the jet's frame, several meters off the ground.
Just as he was about to hit the ground, the air around him suddenly shimmered into view, forming spiraling vortexes that gently cushioned his descent.
