Antai air hostess, Pin Wan Na, stared blankly at the sky: "Mr. Meng, what is going on?"
As she spoke, the green clouds rapidly expanded.
Initially, it was just a small patch of sky, but within the time span of speaking a single sentence, the green clouds had already occupied one-third of the sky.
Meng Xiaochuan's mind lit up with a flash of inspiration, and he blurted out: "I understand! Canglan Star has once again approached an area of the Primordial World, causing the clouds to turn green, and that must be why Guli Man is experiencing such violent storms."
The words had just left his mouth.
"Beep! Beep!"
The phone emitted an urgent alert tone.
Meng Xiaochuan hurriedly picked up the phone for a quick glance, and his expression immediately changed.
Pin Wan Na realized the situation wasn't good, her face tense as she asked: "What happened?"
