Jiang Fan turned around and saw that, at some point, Ye Xinyan's seat had become completely empty.
Beside her, Wen Yu was staring outside the cabin with a look of utter despair.
The violent turbulence howled, whipping her features into a grimace and making it impossible for her to open her eyes.
But she still ignored everything else and tried to break free from her seat, wanting to go outside and pull Ye Xinyan back.
Jiang Fan's expression changed. He hurriedly unfastened his seat belt, flashed forward, and appeared beside Wen Yu in an instant.
"Yan Yan! Yan Yan!"
Wen Yu was shouting herself hoarse.
Suddenly, a pair of large hands pressed down on her shoulders.
Wen Yu raised her tear-filled eyes and saw Jiang Fan standing straight beside her.
The change in air pressure between the cabin and outside seemed to have no effect on him at all.
The enormous suction pulling at him was as gentle as a breeze brushing past.
Wen Yu's heart trembled. It was as if she had grabbed hold of a lifeline.
"Jiang Fan, save Yan Yan! Save Yan Yan!"
"She fell out!"
"Boohoo!"
Jiang Fan kept his gaze fixed outside without turning around.
"Wait for me!"
With that, he leaped forward and jumped into the air.
'Ah!'
Jiang Fan's action triggered a chorus of screams from everyone in the cabin.
"How could he jump out? We're in the air! He'll die!"
"Exactly! What's wrong with that young man?"
"..."
Wen Yu's face went blank, and then she immediately realized how foolish she had just been.
Seeing that Jiang Fan could stand steadily inside the cabin, she had guessed that he was a Martial Artist of considerable strength.
In her panic, she had cried out for Jiang Fan to save her daughter.
But