The night breeze which had a faint grass smell blew into the cliff.
Wu Zheng stood behind Ye Qingtang silently. His narrowed eyes reflected the image of the tiny girl under the moonlight.
She was so thin and tiny. Standing at a dangerous spot, she seemed as if she would fall into the deep abyss with just a light push.
Wu Zheng raised his hand slowly and quietly stretched out towards Ye Qingtang's back. Right when his fingers touched Ye Qingtang's clothes, he suddenly closed his fingers and violently pulled Ye Qingtang by her clothes backward!
"Lord Ye, the wind is strong at night. This place is too dangerous," said Wu Zheng after pulling Ye Qingtang a few steps back.
Ye Qingtang looked at the good-looking young man before her, and a strange expression appeared in her eyes for a moment. But very quickly, she returned to her normal state and smiled. "Thank you. I saw a cracked stone tablet at the bottom of the cliff. Is there someone buried there?"
