And at that moment, as Zhao Xiaoman plunged from the cliff, her body hurtled downward at high speed. She couldn't even open her eyes, only aware of the wind rushing past her during the fall.
What does one think about at the time of death? Images of Ye Wudao and her sister, Zhao Xiaodie, flashed through Zhao Xiaoman's mind.
Just as Zhao Xiaoman braced herself for the impact at the bottom of the cliff, expecting to be smashed into an unrecognizable, shattered mess, a strong and powerful hand suddenly embraced her. Upon opening her eyes, Zhao Xiaoman realized she was now in Ye Wudao's arms.
Luckily, her scream as she jumped had alerted Ye Wudao, who rushed over upon hearing her voice, managing to save her in the nick of time.
Ye Wudao's face was filled with a murderous rage. Holding Zhao Xiaoman, he used his Qinggong technique to ascend rapidly toward the cliff's peak. In the blink of an eye, Ye Wudao had soared upwards from the base of the cliff with Zhao Xiaoman in his arms.
