After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God - Chapter 213

Chapter 213: Collapse! It’s the Little Junior Sister (2)

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Translator: _Min_

“I’m fine,” Si Fuqing reassured as she gently held the flight attendant’s wrist, subtly checking her pulse with an untroubled smile. “I just felt a bit queasy and wanted to use the restroom. Are your colleagues perhaps too exhausted? I noticed one of them has dozed off.”

The flight attendant, momentarily taken aback, glanced down to see her fellow crew members passed out. “No, that can’t be…”

They had flown for years, encountering various emergencies. How could they have made such a blunder as to fall asleep from exhaustion?

“Give them some coffee to perk up,” Si Fuqing suggested, patting her shoulder and said, “I’m going back.” She then headed back to her seat, leaving the bewildered attendant watching her go.

The crew members on the floor gradually regained consciousness, equally astonished after hearing the attendant’s account.

But they were indeed unconscious, and it could not be explained with any other reason.

“We’re definitely facing severe reprimand when we get back,” lamented one of the male crew members with a bitter smile.

Meanwhile, on a private jet following the same route.

“Brother Nine!” Feng San exclaimed, alarmed by the monitor. “Why is there a storm only around Ms. Sit s plane?”

Yu Xiheng looked up sharply, seeing dark clouds and thunder ahead.

The plane in the storm’s eye struggled amidst the turbulence.

Oddly, the sky was clear a hundred meters ahead and behind.

A Master of Yin-yang! Or at least, a curse master.

“Brother Nine, it must be the curse master targeting Ms. Si,” Feng San fretted. “What can we do? We’re helpless on this plane.”

A plane crash would kill countless people.

As Yu Xiheng’s expression remained cool, his brows furrowed slightly for the first time. “Trust her,” he finally said.

Feng San paused.

He then glanced back at the screen. The alarms ceased, indicating the storm was subsiding.

He sighed in relief. “How could I forget Ms. Si is a Master of Yin-yang…”

He felt truly ashamed, for he had doubted that Si Fuqing could handle the situation by herself.

Shang Lu was astounded. “What? A Master of Yin-yang?!”

“Don’t make such a fuss,” Feng San scoffed. “Is there anything Ms. Si can’t do?”

Shang Lu was speechless.

This couldn’t be compared to fighting or singing, could it?

Being a Master of Yin-Yang required talent!

Without talent, all efforts were in vain.

Shang Lu stammered, “So, Miss Si is actually a member of the JI family?”

After the departure of the Yin Emperor, the Great Xia had indeed declined, partly due to the JI family’s gradual retreat from public life.

Neither the MO family nor the Thousand Army Alliance understood why the JI family chose seclusion.

“It’s probably not,” Feng San pondered. “Brother Nine, do you think the person Mr. Shen’s family is looking for could be Miss Si?”

They had been searching around Lin clTY for a while but hadn’t found any other Masters of Yin-yang.

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“Should we tell him?” Feng San asked. “They seem quite anxious in their search.”

Yu Xiheng propped his head, his gaze soft and indifferent. “Why should we tell him? Is he missing hands or feet, unable to find out such a simple matter?”

Feng San: ‘

Being the niece and friend of Brother Nine was indeed a hard task.

After another hour of flight, the plane landed smoothly at the MO City International Airport.

“Ningning, wake up,” Si Fuqing pinched Jiang Changning’s face. “You slept like a pig.”

Jiang Changning, roused from sleep, was still dazed. “Did I sleep the whole way?”

“Yes, you were impossible to wake up,” Si Fuqing said leisurely. “Confess, what have you been up to lately? You look completely drained.”

Of course, she wouldn’t tell Jiang Changning that it was her doing.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Jiang Changning believed her.

Otherwise, there was no explanation for her deep sleep.

All passengers disembarked from the plane.

With a “bang,” the restroom door opened.

The middle-aged curse master collapsed on the ground, his face drenched in sweat.

He struggled to his feet, trembling, using the toilet lid for support.

The flight attendant, just noticing him, approached in confusion. “Sir, do you need help? Why are you in the restroom?”

Upon hearing her, the curser master quickened his pace.

Staggering, on his last breath, he collapsed outside the airport. This incident added yet another note to the flight attendant’s experience.

“Today was terrifying,” the flight attendant wiped her sweat. “1 almost didn’t make it back.”

Indeed, the weather was bizarrely changeable that day..