125: Chapter 125 The closer to home, the more timid one becomes.

"Xiao... Yan?"

Beneath the mask, Zhuge Jinyu's heart skipped a beat.

It wasn't Su Chen.

He was called Xiao Yan.

An entirely unfamiliar name.

Not to mention the name, even the surname was different.

A wave of immense disappointment extinguished the flame of hope in Zhuge Jinyu's heart.

Was it really just a coincidence?

It wasn't as if people who looked similar didn't exist in this world.

But that faint charm between his brows, and that calm and composed demeanor.

Were exactly the same as when she had faced danger years ago, and Sir had said, "Don't be afraid, I am here."

It was identical.

She suppressed the urge to rip off her hood and reveal her identity.

Forcing herself to shift her attention back to the scene.

"Situation understood."

Her voice remained steady, seemingly devoid of any emotion.

"The rescue team has received the coordinates and is on its way."

"According to my reconnaissance, there are two hundred and nineteen ordinary passengers and one female martial artist on the plane, all with stable vital signs."

"The evacuation and treatment of the plane's passengers will be handled by the follow-up team."

As she spoke, her delicate body flew toward the ice crevice that Su Chen had pointed out, where the bodies of Cang Mingyue and Ye Jingjun might have fallen.

Soon, she found the two of them, heavily injured and unconscious, in an ice crevice.

At the same time, she also sensed Su Daji, who was equally severely injured and had an even weaker aura, inside Cang Mingyue's Spirit Pearl.

However, none of the three were in any life-threatening danger.

Fortunately, Cang Mingyue possessed extremely strong healing abilities.

Otherwise, even with the three of them being powerful cultivators, they might have suffered losses today.

Seeing these two capable colleagues in such a wretched state right now.

One could see just how perilous the battle had been.

Yet that Seventh-Rank Martial Artist who called himself "Xiao Yan" was completely unharmed, and could even make the ferocious beasts kneel.

Her gaze returned to Su Chen, the air of scrutiny growing stronger.

This person was definitely not an ordinary individual.

She took another look at the two women stuck in the crevice.

Their outfits were already revealing to begin with, and their robes had been damaged in several places during the battle.

At this moment, they were already exposed.

Coupled with their figures, which were in no way inferior to her own, and their stunning, pale faces.

They looked exactly like frail beauties that stirred one's pity.

If the person before her was truly the reincarnation of Sir.

Even if he had lost his memories.

If Sir were to see them, with his personality...

A trace of extremely subtle possessiveness, which even she hadn't fully realized, quietly sprouted.

A thousand years of waiting, the loneliness gnawing at her bones.

She could not tolerate any person or thing that might divert his attention.

Zhuge Jinyu, who had initially planned to bring the two women's bodies up and ask "Xiao Yan" if he knew them, changed her mind.

Sir must absolutely not see the body of any woman other than herself!

Almost subconsciously, the special storage bracelet on her wrist flashed with a faint light.

An invisible suction force enveloped Ye Jingjun, Cang Mingyue, and the bead containing Su Daji.

The next moment, their delicate bodies vanished, safely stored away into the special medical life-support unit inside the bracelet.

The movement was smooth and natural, as if it were just a standard procedure for collecting the wounded.

"The seriously injured have been urgently secured and will be sent to the Hall of Valor headquarters to receive the highest standard of treatment."

Zhuge Jinyu flew up from the ice crevice and returned to stand before Su Chen.

She explained in a flat tone, but her gaze remained locked on Su Chen, not missing any slight abnormality on his face.

"Your situation is also quite special and requires cooperation with an investigation."

"You say you are a martial artist, and you were on a plane from Jianghai City to Jinguan City."

"Then I will make a bold guess that you must be here to participate in the 'Heroic Spirit Contract Ceremony'."

"Student Xiao Yan, since you are both an eyewitness to this incident and a key person in controlling the situation, and were originally a qualified candidate heading to Jinguan City to participate in the Heroic Spirit Contract Ceremony."

"According to procedure, I need to take you back to the Hall of Valor branch in Jinguan City first to conduct a detailed statement."

"Along the way, I will also briefly explain some basic information about the Hall of Valor, Transcendent Heroic Spirits, and the contract ceremony."

"You... have no objections, do you?"

Su Chen glanced at the rescue team that had already taken their positions beside the calm wreckage of the plane in the distance.

It seemed Jiang Luoli and the others were likely fine.

He then sensed the aura from the official martial artist before him, which was as deep as the abyss and completely unfathomable, and nodded.

"No objections, I will follow your arrangements."

He indeed needed to understand more about the official side of this "Spiritual Energy Revival" world.

Moreover, although the woman before him was mysterious and unfathomable, Su Chen did not feel a shred of hostility from her; instead, he felt a sense of familiarity.

Zhuge Jinyu breathed a sigh of relief that was barely audible.

Very good, he had agreed.

The journey back to Jinguan City would be an excellent opportunity for her to test and confirm.

A thousand years... she finally stood so close to him once again.

"Then, let us depart."

She said no more, raised her hand, and with a wave, a gentle white spiritual energy enveloped Su Chen.

Immediately, the two turned into a streak of light, soared into the sky, and sped off toward the southeast.

Flying at an altitude of several thousand meters, beneath them lay the vast snowy region and the gradually shrinking wreckage of the plane.

Although the cold wind whistled in the air, it was all blocked out by Zhuge Jinyu's spiritual energy shield.

Zhuge Jinyu still wore that hood, flying with focus.

Su Chen sniffed slightly and caught the pleasant scent on her body.

He shifted his gaze away, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

Landing on the excessively provocative curves wrapped in her latex suit, he swallowed hard.

He quickly looked away again, toward the clouds retreating rapidly outside.

Such a large "good ball zone," among the people he knew, only three possessed it.

Ye Jingjun, Zhuge Jinyu, and Jiang Luoli.

As for Teacher Wang Jin, although her figure was hot, she was a step behind in this regard.

As for Su Wanyue and Cang Mingyue.

Although their "good ball zones" were already top-tier among ordinary women, compared to the three above, to be honest, they were not quite enough.

And Zhuge Jinyu's own heart was definitely not calm at this moment.

She operated the shield, but her mind was not on flying at all.

Her delicate body was stiff.

The closer to home, the more timid one feels.

This "home" was the young man before her who called himself "Xiao Yan," yet whose appearance was exactly the same as Sir's.

She greedily traced his profile with her peripheral vision.

She had to confirm.

Whether he was truly Sir himself, or some other existence.

But if it was just a coincidence or his reincarnation without memories, she must absolutely not frighten him.

She cleared her throat, and her voice, processed through special means, rang out.

It was as steady as it had been just moments ago.

"Student Xiao Yan, what follows is some necessary identity confirmation; you don't need to be nervous."

"May I ask... you are a third-year student at Jianghai Institute of Technology, so are you a local of Jianghai City, having grown up in Jianghai City from childhood, and have you ever been to other places?"