124: Chapter 124 Sir... Sir...

She put on the white latex suit that warriors of the Hall of Valor only wore when going on missions, and put on her helmet.

This was a strict requirement of the Hall of Valor.

After all, the matter of spiritual energy recovery was too terrifying; currently, most people in Daxia and even the world were actually unaware of the existence of warriors and monsters.

Warriors of the Hall of Valor would not reveal their extraordinary powers in front of ordinary people unless necessary.

Even if they had to manifest their presence before others for reasons such as rescue, they must wear the uniform and a helmet to cover their faces.

To avoid exposing their identities.

Zhuge Jinyu finished dressing, and her figure transformed into a streak of light.

She dashed towards the location where the distress signal was sent.

A thousand years of cultivation had long allowed her to achieve a state of mind as still as water.

But the closer she got to that area, the more she could feel a strange palpitation.

It was not a palpitation caused by fear of a powerful enemy.

It was as if something was calling to her. Or rather, waiting for her.

How powerful was the cultivation of a Transcendent Heroic Spirit? Even a journey of a thousand miles took only a few minutes.

The scene before her left this Prime Minister of the Daqian Kingdom, who had seen all kinds of storms and had even personally ended an era, rarely stunned.

The imagined tragic battlefield, the corpses of giant beasts lying across the ground, or the desperate struggle still in progress—none of these existed. Only silence remained.

And those ancient beasts that even she felt vaguely palpitated by, enough to be classified as "natural disaster" level—Dijiang, Tiger-bodied, human-faced divine beast, Xiangliu...

Even a few entities whose names she couldn't even call out, possessing even more ancient and terrifying auras.

At this moment, they were kneeling in the ice and snow in an incredibly docile posture.

They were facing the same direction.

There, a young man was standing.

He was wearing ordinary casual clothes. His martial arts cultivation was at the seventh rank.

In her eyes, he was no different from an ant.

Yet, such a young man was just standing there in front of these ferocious beasts. And nothing happened to him?

And looking at the posture of those beasts bowing their heads, a more ridiculous thought arose in her mind.

It couldn't be, right...

Could those beasts be bowing their heads in submission to that young man?

Absurd. Unbelievable.

However, before Zhuge Jinyu could fully digest the information before her, her gaze was instantly drawn to the young man's profile.

The wind and snow seemed to blur her vision. But she saw clearly. Moreover, she saw it extremely clearly.

That face... That face that had appeared in her midnight dreams countless times. Carved into the deepest part of her soul.

The face that she had traced repeatedly in the long loneliness but dared not hope to see again.

Handsome eyebrows and eyes, a straight bridge of the nose, and slightly pursed lips.

Except for the long hair turning into short hair, the change into modern Blue Star casual clothes, the lack of that composure from having experienced vicissitudes of life, and the replacement with the youthful vigor belonging to this era, he was exactly the same as him. There was no difference at all.

Sir's face—although she had only seen it a few times, in the thousands of years of waiting, she had traced it countless times. Absolutely, absolutely impossible to mistake.

"Sir?" A nearly broken syllable almost broke through the lips she was biting tightly.

The year the Three Kingdoms were unified, Zhuge Jinyu "died" in the snow of Luodu. The only one who survived was the Prime Minister of the Daqian Kingdom.

Sir... Sir... Is it him? Is it really him?

The one who appeared when she was at her most desperate, taught her, supported her, gave up his eternal life for her, and finally passed away coldly in her arms, with even his existence erased by the world... Mirror Lord?

The one she guarded a broken ancient mirror for, waiting day after day, year after year in the Wuhou Shrine secret realm for thousands of years, almost thinking it was just a phantom dream... Su Chen?

Her reason was screaming in denial. Impossible, absolutely impossible. His soul had scattered, the ancient mirror was broken. There was no trace of his existence between heaven and earth. This must be a coincidence, a heart demon, a hallucination caused by her lovesickness.

But her emotions were roaring madly. It was him, it must be him! That kind of gaze, that kind of outline. Even if a thousand years had passed and his attire had changed, she would never mistake him!

"The closer one gets to home, the more timid one feels; one dares not ask the arriving stranger." At this moment, Zhuge Jinyu finally understood the true meaning of this sentence.

A thousand-year wish might be fulfilled in a single day. But after the immense ecstasy, there was an even deeper fear. Fear that it was just a joyful illusion. Fear that she had finally gone mad. Fear that the person before her was just a similar flower, and not the one she was waiting for.

She took two deep breaths, suppressing her state of mind. She couldn't be agitated. If he wasn't Sir, wouldn't it be beneath her dignity to be agitated and lose her composure?

Although she was silently reciting it over and over in her heart, Zhuge Jinyu knew. She hadn't listened to it at all. In her heart now, there was only one thought. Confirm the identity of the person before her!

She took a deep breath. She mobilized all the professionalism of the Hall Master of the Huaxi Hall of Heroic Spirits. She locked her surging emotions tightly beneath her mask. Step by step, she walked through the snow towards that young man.

The snow under her feet made a slight crunching sound, which was exceptionally clear on this dead silent ice field.

She tried hard to keep her steps steady, her breathing even, and even deliberately adjusted her posture to display the indifference and sense of distance that law enforcement personnel of the Hall of Valor should have.

"Hello, are you a survivor?" "I am the Hall Master of the Hall of Valor in the West China District."

Her voice came through the mask, processed specially, so no emotional fluctuations could be heard.

Su Chen was looking at this bizarre scene before him, feeling somewhat at a loss. The impact brought by the beasts kneeling had not yet been fully digested, and he saw official personnel descending from the sky.

He subconsciously restrained the fluctuations of his "Demon Taming Technique". After all, this was his trump card. It must absolutely not be exposed.

Those beasts immediately became somewhat restless. But they remained lying down, not daring to act rashly.

He turned around and looked at this official law enforcement officer who claimed to be the "Hall Master of the Hall of Valor in the West China District".

The white tight law enforcement latex suit perfectly outlined the person's shockingly hot figure curves. Long, straight legs, full and perky buttocks, a slender yet powerful waist, and the full breasts ready to burst out from under the latex suit.

Even though she was wearing a full-coverage helmet and mask, and her face could not be seen, just this figure alone was enough to make any male's heart rate accelerate.

But apart from noticing that this woman's figure was somewhat familiar, Su Chen did not have many amorous thoughts at this moment.

Right now, these beasts had just been controlled, he didn't know what the situation was with Jiang Luoli on the plane, and he didn't know which ice crevice the bodies of those warriors who had just fought the beasts had fallen into.

"Hello." Feeling the powerful aura on the other person, Su Chen tried his best to make his tone sound calm.

"My name is Xiao Yan." "One of the passengers on the plane, and also a warrior." "I don't know why these monsters suddenly became like this."

"When the plane crashed, I vaguely saw a few other warriors fighting these monsters, and they seemed to be at a disadvantage and were injured." "I don't know where their bodies fell."

"There are also some seriously injured passengers over there who need immediate medical treatment." He first pointed in the direction where Ye Jingjun and Cang Mingyue had fallen, and then pointed to the plane wreckage in the distance.

Right now, those injured passengers and warriors certainly needed rescue more than he, a fully healthy person, did.