283 The disappearing passengers and the mysterious particles of light

Song Shuhang took his private pilot license back from the hands of the air hostess and said, "I’ll try my best."

"Let us pass, please." At this time, the worried Gao Moumou and Tubo forced their way through the crowd and arrived next to Song Shuhang.

Gao Moumou lowered his voice and asked, "Shuhang, what’s going on?"

"Someone has to give it a try, don’t you think?" Song Shuhang said—never would he have expected that the plane he was sitting in would have an accident. He was merely a cultivator of the First Stage and had no means to fly. If the plane were to crash, he would end up exactly like all the others passengers, dead without a burial site.

At this reply, Gao Moumou and Tubo could only bitterly smile.

After putting away his private pilot license, Song Shuhang headed toward the control cabin. At the same time, he asked the air hostess, "Is the door of the control cabin open?"