98 New Washington

It was a rarity that Xiao Lin could enjoy the first-class treatment of a chartered flight. The exhaustion from a busy two days quickly made him fall asleep. It was not until Song Junlang woke him up that he realized they had reached America.

"You had a real deep sleep." Song Junlang crossed his legs and was reading the newspaper.

"I'm a little tired. Are we arriving soon?"

Hank spread out his hand and said helplessly. "I'm afraid it'll be a while. We were originally scheduled to land in New York, but the darn weather somehow decided it was time for some hail… We'll be transferred to Pennsylvania."

"Here in America, there are quite a number of teleportation points to their academy," Department Head Song explained.

"New York? Hail?" Xiao Lin was taken aback.

"Yup. The storm's pretty big too. The point is we can't land. But not to worry."