After Being Robbed of Everything, She Returns as a Goddess
Chapter 348: It’s Little Junior Sister (2)
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“Of course, if you’d rather get caught by the Supernatural Administration Bureau for making a scene, I can arrange that too.”
Only then did Si Fuqing straighten up and leave the restroom.
She took a slow breath and wiped the sweat from her forehead with a tissue.
Sure enough, even though she had survived with her eyes open, that explosion still left her with real psychological trauma.
And mental strength was crucial for a Yin Yang Master.
After breaking two arrays in a row, she actually felt fatigued.
Si Fuqing leaned against the wall to rest.
"Miss Si!" A flight attendant entered. Her head was still a little dizzy, and she held onto a nearby cabinet. "Miss Si, are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Si Fuqing pinched her wrist discreetly to check her pulse, then smiled. "My stomach was upset just now, so I came to the restroom. Is your colleague too tired? I saw them all pass out."
The flight attendant was stunned. She looked down and saw the other crew members unconscious, "That... that’s not possible..."
They’d been flying for years and had experienced all kinds of emergencies—how could they possibly fall asleep from exhaustion like that?
"Give them some coffee to wake them up." Si Fuqing patted her shoulder. "I’ll head back now."
The flight attendant dazedly watched her leave.
On the floor, the unconscious crew members slowly came to. After hearing the flight attendant's account, they were all equally shocked.
But they had indeed suddenly blacked out and couldn’t come up with any other explanation.
One male attendant gave a bitter laugh. "Sigh... we’re definitely going to get seriously punished when we return."
At the same time—
On a private jet flying the same route.
“Master Jiu!” Feng San looked at the monitoring screen and couldn’t help but exclaim, “Why is there a storm only around Miss Si’s plane?!”
Yu Xiheng’s head snapped up, and he looked ahead to see dark clouds gathering, thunder roaring, and heavy rain pouring down.
The plane at the center of the storm was trembling violently, as if about to fall apart.
Strangely, just a hundred meters forward or back, the sky was still clear.
A Yin Yang Master!
If not a Yin Yang Master, then at least a sorcerer.
“Master Jiu, that sorcerer must have made a move against Miss Si,” Feng San said urgently. “What should we do? We can’t act from the plane.”
If the plane crashed, how many people would die?
Yu Xiheng’s eyes were cold, his brows furrowing ever so slightly for the first time. “Trust her.”
Feng San was stunned.
He looked at the screen again—the warning system now showed that the turbulence was subsiding, and the storm was gradually fading.
Feng San let out a sigh of relief. “How could I forget Miss Si is a Yin Yang Master…”
He was ashamed—he had actually doubted that Si Fuqing could handle it on her own.
Shang Lu was even more shocked. “What did you say? A Yin Yang Master?!”
“What’s with the big reaction?” Feng San glanced at him. “Is there anything Miss Si can’t do in this world?”
Shang Lu: “…”
Was that even comparable to fighting or singing?
Being a Yin Yang Master required actual talent!
Without talent, hard work is useless.
Shang Lu stammered, “S-So Miss Si is actually a member of the Ji family?”
After Emperor Yin passed away, Daxia declined, which was indeed partly due to the Ji family gradually retreating from the world.
Even the Mo family and the Thousand Army Alliance weren’t clear why the Ji family had chosen to hide away.
“Probably not,” Feng San thought for a moment. “Master Jiu, do you think the person Mr. Shen’s family is looking for might actually be Miss Si?”
They had already searched all over Lincheng and hadn’t found any other Yin Yang Master.
As the last wisp of dark cloud dissipated, Yu Xiheng’s furrowed brows finally relaxed, and he nodded in agreement.
“Should we tell him?” Feng San asked. “It seems like they’re in a real hurry to find this person.”
Yu Xiheng propped his head up, his expression calm and unbothered. “Why would I tell him? What, does he have no hands or feet? He can’t figure out something this simple on his own?”
Feng San: “…”
It’s tough being Master Jiu’s niece or friend.
**
After another hour of flight, the plane landed smoothly at Mocheng International Airport.
“Ningning, wake up,” Si Fuqing pinched Jiang Changning’s cheek. “You sleep like a pig.”
Jiang Changning was woken up by the pinch, still a bit dazed. “I slept the whole way?”
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