If that's the case, there's no harm in keeping the memories.

Let's just consider it as her memories and evidence of having lived in this world.

Apart from Leng Maolin, who was dumbfounded, everyone else remained calm.

Leng Maolin: ...

Jiang Yuan opened up a path for himself with just one incantation, so why did he go through all that trouble to climb up such a high pile of ruins?

For exercise?

Or is it just to torment oneself?

Now he's in trouble; he'll have to climb back up.

When Jiang Yuan and the others came out, the sunlight shone on them, bathing them in a warm glow.

Looking up, the dense dark clouds had long since dispersed, and two rainbows appeared in the azure sky, one above and one below, forming a circle, as if celebrating for them.

Countless cameras were snapping away at Jiang Yuan and the others. If it weren't for the special case team members stopping them, the reporters would probably have rushed up to interview them.

Just then, a figure swept past the special case team members and rushed to Jiang Yuan before anyone could react. The withered and wrinkled hand gripped Jiang Yuan's shoulders tightly, and a weak and hoarse voice rang out, "Jiang Yuan... Jiang Yuan... help me."

Jiang Yuan raised an eyebrow as she looked at the woman in front of her, who was wearing a scarf and sunglasses.

People around started whispering and discussing, all wondering who it was.

The person holding Jiang Yuan's shoulders was dressed very tightly, with sunglasses and a mask on her face, and a scarf wrapped around her entire head, making it impossible to see her face, but her thin body was visible.

Judging from her wrinkled hands, figure, and voice, you could tell she was an old woman.

But judging from her tone of voice, it seemed as if she was very familiar with Jiang Yuan.