Amid the piercing whine of engines, an airplane slowly landed at Fairbanks International Airport.
The distance from New York to Fairbanks was so great that Chu Feng, who had taken off that morning, didn't land until the early hours of the following day.
"The federal government is really stingy—they won't even reimburse the airfare!" Chu Feng grumbled as he stepped off the plane, looking up at the dark sky where snowflakes still gently fell.
His keen Spiritual Perception detected the Bizarre atmosphere permeating the surroundings, and Chu Feng frowned slightly.
Has it really reached this point?
Not many passengers disembarked, mostly tourists who knew little about the situation in Fairbanks.
It had to be said, those daring enough to travel during such a resurgence of the Bizarre truly had nerves of steel.
Chu Feng had just politely declined a few women from other countries who had boldly asked for his contact information.
