But his excellence was reflected not only in his Soul Power, but even more in his conviction. He was a fanatical worshiper of Zhao Feng; his room was covered with portraits of Zhao Feng, and a hand-copied collection of Zhao Feng's sayings sat by his bed, which he read once every morning and evening.
"We're not afraid!" the other students responded one after another, their voices neat and forceful.
Su Chen looked at these young people, his eyes growing a little hot. He remembered the days when he had fought shoulder to shoulder with Zhao Feng and Lin Mo, remembered those years burning with passion, remembered those moments when they had shared life and death.
"Good." Su Chen took a deep breath. "Then, move out!"
The thirty-three of them—Su Chen, Ares, and thirty-one young students—boarded the Soul Guidance Flying Boat and flew toward the Land of the Far North.
The Soul Guidance Flying Boat sped through the sky, passing through clouds, over mountains, and across forests. The students sat inside the flying boat; some checked their equipment, some closed their eyes to rest, and some spoke quietly. Chen Hao sat in a corner of the flying boat, holding a hand-copied collection of Zhao Feng's sayings and turning through it page by page.
"Chen Hao." Su Chen walked over to him and sat down. "Are you nervous?"
Chen Hao looked up and shook his head. "I'm not nervous. I was just thinking—if Commander Zhao Feng were here, what would he do?"
Su Chen smiled. "Commander Zhao Feng? He'd definitely be the first to charge in. No matter how powerful the enemy was, he'd fight first and talk later."
Chen Hao froze for a moment, then smiled too. "Then what about Lord Lin Mo?"
"Lord Lin Mo?" Su Chen thought for a