Xiao Liulang withdrew his foot from the suspension bridge.
"Are you coming or going? If not, move!" An burly man rudely pushed Xiao Liulang to the side from behind.
"Hey! Why are you pushing? Liulang! Liulang, come up quickly—" Fen Lin, who had been squeezed onto the bridge by the crowded throng, initially thought Xiao Liulang would follow him up. He didn't expect his spot to be claimed by someone else.
He reached out to grab Xiao Liulang.
But he couldn't.
"You should come back too!" Xiao Liulang said to him.
But it was too late.
There were too many people, and Fen Lin was quickly pushed to the center of the crowd.
Lin Chengye was behind Xiao Liulang.
Since Xiao Liulang didn't go up, he didn't either.
Gu Jiao was still shouting not to come over, that the bridge was about to break, but only those about to ascend the bridge heard her. Those who did hear didn't believe her and shook their heads before heading towards the temple.
"Oh, no!"
