For many years now, the newcomers to the bottom of the abyss have all been twelve-year-old children.
Lingyi took a look—at the unconscious man who should be about the same age as those on the uppermost part of the stone path, probably in his early twenties.
"He's not ill, I have never seen such a healthy pulse before," Lingyi felt the man's pulse, her gaze curious as she studied him.
This man had a very handsome face.
Although the details were not clear in the dimness, the contours alone were enough to make out his general appearance.
Even though her memories of the fortress stopped before the age of twelve, Lingyi still had some insight; she was sure this man must be someone of noble status.
This could be confirmed by his clothing.
Lingyi frowned because at that moment, it suddenly started to rain.
The people on the stone path immediately began to exclaim, each of them pressing against the cliff wall, ready to take shelter from the rain.
