About ten minutes later.
The plane finally stopped shaking.
The crew ultimately attributed all this to encountering strong air currents, and the flight attendants patiently soothed the passengers.
Actually, even now, the crew did not understand why the plane had shaken for so long.
Two flight attendants, suppressing nausea, helped Yuan Jiwen up from the ground and had him sit back down in his seat. During this time, their eyes, filled with fear and trepidation, occasionally darted towards Shen Feng, worried about displeasing him. After all, with Yuan Jiwen's bloody example right before them, they certainly did not want to be covered in pocked red spots from head to toe.
The passengers in first class who had previously mocked Shen Feng all shut their mouths, swallowing saliva down their throats. Yuan Jiwen's appearance had been too horrifying, as he had literally clawed off his own skin. Thinking back on the bloody scene from just moments ago sent chills down their spines.
