As Solor was grabbed by Ye Wudao and jumped down, he screamed in fright, but found he had not landed in the water, but on a protruding rock below, where he uncontrollably plopped down, his legs weak, his heart stuck in his throat, yet he was completely unharmed.
After Ye Wudao let go, Solor glanced up at the place more than ten meters high, then looked at where he was, and suddenly prostrated himself with even greater piety, muttering under his breath.
If Ye Wudao understood his language, he would probably have died laughing, because the words Solor said to Ye Wudao were the kind his people spoke when worshiping a Deity, and this guy actually took Ye Wudao for a Deity.
After landing, Ye Wudao created a flame with his Taoist Techniques to provide light, while Solor stared at the fire in Ye Wudao's hands. It was no wonder Solor thought of Ye Wudao as a Deity; after all, how could a normal person conjure fire out of thin air?
