"We've arrived at the drop point. Current altitude: sixteen thousand meters. Due to turbulent air currents, the helicopter can't descend further. Parachutes are placed beside your seats—please use them to jump. Wishing you all a safe journey."
The pilot spoke from the cockpit, as the helicopter hovered in midair, refusing to descend.
She explained for quite a while, but Evan Lin kept his gaze fixed below, clearly uninterested in listening. This made Yvette feel a bit dissatisfied inside.
To be assigned to fly a helicopter like this, just for delivering these four people, the task must be anything but simple.
These four passengers were far from ordinary—their identities were way beyond what he could compare to.
Except for the moment when Evan Lin's words instantly cowed Harvey Li, the pilot turned to glance at Evan Lin twice, his eyes full of admiration—and nothing else.
"I really don't want the rookie I brought to die because he couldn't use a parachute. That'd be embarrassing for both of us."
After a few more reminders, Yvette waved at Evan Lin, who was still sitting there.
When she jumped from the helicopter, she couldn't help but find it amusing that Evan Lin sat in his seat, steady as a mountain, unmoved.
A teenager who could overwhelm Harvey Li with sheer presence, yet didn't know how to parachute—and judging by how obediently he sat there, maybe he was a little afraid of heights?
Yvette thought of this, then glanced at the helicopter receding from her. She could barely make out the boy sitting by the cabin door, but soon, the thick white fog blocked her view entirely.
Harvey Li strapped the parachute on his back, then gave Evan Lin a long, hard look—his eyes full of humiliation and unwillingness.
With his status, when had he ever been crushed by someone in just a few words?
Obviously, this kid's story was full of holes, and Harvey Li couldn't believe it—yet he couldn't fight back, either.
He didn't believe a word this kid said, but somehow, he still couldn't muster the courage to confront him.
How old is he, anyway?
How could he possibly single-handedly make the entire Rowe clan (Ancient Martial) cry out, and even force their patriarch to bow in defeat?
It's totally absurd!
You'd have to be crazy to believe it!
But on the helicopter, Harvey Li still couldn't explain why, at that moment, he was utterly cowed by Evan Lin. It was like facing a force of nature—his will just crumbled.
Even if he thought this kid was lying, the strange aura on him, and that cold gaze, made Harvey feel like he was nothing but a pile of cow dung!
That sense of frustration fermented in Harvey Li's heart, reaching its peak at this moment.
He pulled open the cabin door, and the roaring wind outside blasted in.
Harvey Li shot Evan Lin one last glare, but even as he was about to parachute out, he didn't have the guts to say another word. He was completely crushed by Evan Lin's earlier warning.
Evan Lin's warning still hovered in the air, an invisible pressure Harvey Li couldn't shake off.
Harvey Li jumped first, his figure disappearing into the thick white fog below.
"We're right above it. When you jump, remember not to use internal force to resist these turbulent currents. The fog and turbulence here are bizarre—even Pointing-to-Mystery Realm experts can't withstand them."
Jenna Jiang looked at Evan Lin, her gaze deep. "Also, let me remind you: what you said to Harvey Li on the helicopter just now was very wrong."
"If you don't want trouble, I suggest you properly apologize to Harvey Li after landing."
After finishing, Jenna Jiang strapped on her parachute and jumped down.
"After you get down there, the people waiting for you might not be so friendly. Scared?"
Once Jenna Jiang had jumped, Yvette Ye, parachute pack on her back, looked at Evan Lin with a helpless face. "I forgot to warn you before coming—shouldn't have bothered with Harvey Li. That was my mistake."
"But you don't need to worry too much. After we land, just stick by my side. If anyone gives you trouble, I've got your back."
Yvette Ye patted Evan Lin's shoulder. Seeing him still sitting there, not even reaching for the parachute, she suddenly remembered something: "Do you know how to parachute?"
"Never done it," Evan Lin shook his head, answering honestly.
He really had never parachuted before. In his last life, Evan Lin hadn't even been on a plane. In this life, he'd flown, but for most people, who'd just randomly go parachuting?
Isn't that just looking for trouble?
Besides, most people don't even have the opportunity.
"That's bad news."
Yvette Ye paused in surprise—this place was sixteen thousand meters above the ground.
At sixteen thousand meters, even Pointing-to-Mystery Realm experts would struggle to jump directly from here.
Jumping from here really would mean certain death.
Because of the turbulence and thick fog here, even using internal force, it's impossible to get down safely.
"Can the helicopter go any lower?"
Yvette Ye looked at the pilot.
"That's probably not possible. The magnetic field below is too strange. I tried descending a bit just now, but the communication and electronic systems were severely affected."
The pilot shook his head. "This altitude is already the limit. Any lower and there's a risk of crashing."
Yvette Ye nodded, then looked at Evan Lin. "How about I hold you? This parachute pack is big enough—it should handle the weight of two people."
"No need, you go first. I'll be fine."
Evan Lin shook his head.
"This thing's pretty simple. Just silently count to ten, then pull the ripcord."
Yvette Ye patiently explained the parachute pack's usage to Evan Lin.
She explained for quite a while, but Evan Lin kept his gaze fixed below, clearly uninterested in listening. This made Yvette feel a bit dissatisfied inside.
"Alright, I didn't expect you to be such a macho type."
Seeing Evan Lin had zero interest in parachuting, Yvette stopped wasting words and headed to the cabin door: "I'll jump first. If you really can't manage it, just ride the helicopter back."
"Treat this mission as just a warm-up. Don't stress about it—safety comes first."
"I really don't want the rookie I brought to die because he couldn't use a parachute. That'd be embarrassing for both of us."
After a few more reminders, Yvette waved at Evan Lin, who was still sitting there.
When she jumped from the helicopter, she couldn't help but find it amusing that Evan Lin sat in his seat, steady as a mountain, unmoved.
A teenager who could overwhelm Harvey Li with sheer presence, yet didn't know how to parachute—and judging by how obediently he sat there, maybe he was a little afraid of heights?
Yvette thought of this, then glanced at the helicopter receding from her. She could barely make out the boy sitting by the cabin door, but soon, the thick white fog blocked her view entirely.
It was as if the whole world had been draped in white gauze, like a curtain of dreams.