Zhou Xiaotong was instantly befuddled when she heard this: What? He jumped from that height into the snow, and there are no footprints?
She had already confirmed that there was nothing on the ground, yet she couldn't help but squat down again to take a closer look.
After looking for a while, she stood up, looked left and right, and asked, "Did he land in this spot?"
The female assistant had also come down by now, hesitated for a moment, then spoke softly, "I saw him land in this area, and Sister Tong, look... there are only the cook's footprints nearby, and he has to walk away, right?"
The eerie scene in front of her was simply too strange; by the end of her words, even her voice trembled slightly.
Zhou Xiaotong stood there silently for a long time, her eyes squinted, obviously deep in thought.
After at least five minutes, with snowflakes settled on her shoulders forming a thin layer, she finally spoke again, "Then what about the footprints we made when we came here?"
