In the economy class cabin, the environment wasn't too messy, but the seats were slightly cramped and uncomfortable. Though there were conversations, the noise wasn't too loud.
The live stream wasn't cut off, and some rational netizens, seeing the cabin environment, felt even less favorable towards Anna Morrison.
Caroline Edwin sat in her seat, leaning against the backrest with her eyes closed to rest, but her eyelids were twitching uncontrollably.
She opened her eyes, her gaze serious, and pinched her fingers to divine for herself.
Nothing in the future.
She couldn't figure it out.
She looked at Anna sitting on her right, glanced at her facial features, and continued to pinch her fingers to divine.
The divination remained empty, still nothing in the future, completely clueless.
With the subsequent readings still being empty, this was a great omen of misfortune, also signifying that life might hang by a thread with fate obscured.
