On the charter flight from Binhai City to America, a group of peculiar passengers were causing a ruckus, dressed either in ancient clothes or wrapped in beast skins.
These people looked all sorts of odd.
Some had horns on their heads, some were covered in golden fur, and others had wings on their backs.
The stewardesses thought they belonged to some circus, all poking their heads out into the aisle to watch the show.
An old, skinny man with donkey ears in the first-class cabin was howling excitedly at the window, "Son, son, this is the power of science. This flying magical treasure is comparable to an Earth Immortal's artifact!"
The stewardess pushing the drinks cart was too scared of his mania to approach.
Chu Feng, beside her, took a glass of red wine from her hand, stroked her hand to comfort her, saying, "Don't be afraid, there's something off with all my friends here, please be understanding!"
He pointed to his head and flashed a gentlemanly smile.
