**Kennedy International Airport.**
"Are we taking this plane back home?" Cao Yi asked, surprised as he saw Mark park the car in front of a silver-gray small jet.
"That's right," Mark said, unable to hide his envy. As a legal representative, he knew he could never afford such a jet in his lifetime.
"Is it rented or purchased?" Cao Yi inquired with curiosity.
"Purchased. Three years ago, the esteemed master ordered this private jet from Boeing for thirty million dollars, primarily for convenient travel worldwide. To date, there are less than forty of these jets globally," Mark explained as he opened the car door and stepped out.
"Thirty million dollars..." Cao Yi felt a jolt. In the late 1980s, very few could afford such a luxury.
At that moment, the jet's door opened, and the stairs descended slowly. Ying Caihong and Yoko stepped out one after the other.
Ying Caihong was dressed warmly and invitingly today, her half-white hair falling over her shoulders, wearing a loose white top and black pants, with a black scarf wrapped around her neck, and a gentle smile on her face.
Yoko, however, was still wearing yesterday's out-of-season attire—a black mini skirt exposing her long, pale legs, which looked slightly blue in the chilly spring air.
"Daoist Priest," Ying Caihong said, a flicker of warmth in her calm eyes. For her, Cao Yi was the greatest support on this trip.
"Your complexion looks much better than yesterday, Ying," Cao Yi replied with a smile. It was a polite compliment; unlike Big Gold Tooth, she was not on the brink of death.
"Maybe it's because I'm about to see the other shore flower, and my spirits are high," Ying Caihong said, lightly touching her well-maintained face.
*Cao Yi thought to himself, You may not even live to see the real other shore flower!*
He looked around, noticing that Wang Kaixuan and Big Gold Tooth were nowhere to be seen. "Are Wang Kaixuan and Big Gold Tooth already on board, or have they not arrived yet?" he asked.
Ying Caihong smiled slightly. "They're flying commercial with Mark."
*Commercial?* Cao Yi couldn't help but feel the stark difference in treatment.
"Please," Ying Caihong gestured for him to go ahead.
Cao Yi politely stepped aside, but Ying insisted, so he entered the plane first.
The interior was not very spacious but appeared luxurious, with a sofa and elegant decor. Two stunning white flight attendants stood smiling.
Cao Yi sat down directly.
As Ying Caihong entered, she collapsed before she could reach the sofa.
Cao Yi reacted quickly, supporting her.
"Medicine, medicine..." she gasped.
"The medicine is in the bag!" Yoko shouted as she rushed in.
Cao Yi glanced over and saw a red bag on the sofa. While holding Ying Caihong, he reached for it.
"I'll do it," Yoko quickly approached, opening the bag to retrieve a white bottle and a bottle of mineral water. She expertly administered the medicine to Ying Caihong.
However, medicine wouldn't work as quickly as talismans. Minutes passed, and Ying Caihong still looked lifeless.
"Master, master..." Yoko cried, her eyes glistening with tears. She had grown up under Ying Caihong's care and considered her a mother.
Seeing this, Cao Yi took out a yellow healing talisman from his bag and instructed the somewhat helpless flight attendants, "Bring me a cup."
One of the attendants promptly retrieved a cup and handed it to him.
Cao Yi placed the talisman in the cup and poured in half a bottle of mineral water. Then he said to Yoko, "Let her drink this."
Yoko's face showed anger, believing that talisman water couldn't save anyone.
Cao Yi personally fed it to Ying Caihong.
"What are you doing?" Yoko reached out to stop him but found herself unable to budge him.
*What's happening?!* Yoko thought in shock, realizing Cao Yi was far stronger than she had assumed.
Having successfully administered the talisman water, Cao Yi finally set Ying Caihong down.
"Master, if anything happens, I will... I will fight you!" Yoko said, realizing her own limitations.
Cao Yi remained silent, retreating back to the sofa, waiting quietly.
One second, two seconds...
Ying Caihong thought she was dying before seeing the other shore flower. She felt immense frustration.
As a child, she was treated like a monster by the villagers. As an adult, she suffered from a terminal illness, enduring pain for years.
Why is my life so hard?
Heaven, why are you so cruel to me?
Ying Caihong silently screamed in her mind.
Suddenly, she felt someone feeding her water.
At this moment, she found it laughable that water was being given when she was so close to death.
But then, something astonishing happened.
The sense of sinking, the feeling of helplessness gradually faded away, and soon everything around her returned to normal.
Tears in Yoko's eyes, Cao Yi sitting calmly on the sofa, the two anxious flight attendants...
"What... what was that water you just gave me?" Ying Caihong asked, her expression filled with excitement.
The water had worked better than any miracle drug.
"You're really better," Yoko said, staring at the remaining talisman water in shock. How could talisman water, something she believed to be a scam, actually save her master?
Ying Caihong followed Yoko's gaze, astonished to see it was a cup of water infused with a yellow talisman that had saved her.
"Daoist Priest saved you," Yoko reminded her, recovering from her daze.
Ying Caihong looked at Cao Yi, her eyes filled with gratitude and the will to survive.
"You are already at death's door; the talisman water can only provide temporary relief," Cao Yi explained to prevent her from misunderstanding.
Ying Caihong's eyes immediately dimmed.
"To avoid dying, find the other shore flower quickly," he added.
Ying Caihong perked up again and turned to the flight attendant. "Have the pilot take off."
The attendant walked away quietly.
Soon, the private jet took off, soaring into the clouds.
The flight from New York to Beijing was lengthy.
Cao Yi closed his eyes to rest.
He wasn't sure if it was the aftereffects of the jade marrow or the exhaustion from drawing talismans, but he soon felt drowsy...
Time passed, and the aircraft jolted.
"Daoist Priest, Daoist Priest..." someone softly called.
Cao Yi opened his eyes to find Yoko looking at him, her expression different this time. There was no hostility, only a hint of awe.
"Are we in China?" Cao Yi felt the plane descending.
"Yes," Yoko nodded.
The plane shook violently as it descended.
Ying Caihong, with her frail body, winced in pain.
"Master!" Yoko called out, concerned.
Ying Caihong pulled a yellow talisman from her bag and put it in her mouth, her face relaxing with relief.
Seeing this, Yoko breathed a sigh of relief.