The situation in the first-class cabin was very chaotic. The commotion caused by one flight attendant did not cause much reaction at first when most of the passengers saw it.
However, when Zhang Lisheng saw it, his heart shuddered inexplicably at once. Hastily, he looked out of the window and saw that the sea of clouds that was originally dark outside the cabin was dyed red by a boundless fire. Flickering slowly outside the plane, it looked similar to the constant tumbling of an ocean of magma.
"Clouds of burning fire at two, three o'clock in the morning. What a wonder…" The young man mumbled as he looked at the head of the mighty fire. He saw that a huge crack that seemed to be linking up the sky and the ground has split the entire night sky open above the starry sky far away. Other than having a flaming banquet billow the sky in the crack, a flat yellow mottled scroll painting would spurt out from time to time as well.