Chu Yang's expression changed, and his gaze held some doubt, "Huh? Tang Xiuwu isn't dead?"
"I saw with my own eyes Tang Xiuwu leaping into a cliff hundreds of meters deep. How could he possibly have survived?"
Tang Xiuwen sneered coldly, "Hmph! After my brother Tang Xiuwu jumped off the cliff, he fortuitously caught onto a large tree branch. When my father learned of my brother's accident, he immediately rushed to the site of the cliff jump and found my brother, rescuing him just in time."
"Although my brother had some rather serious external injuries, they were not fatal."
"Under my father's careful healing, my brother's wounds have now fully recovered, and he's just like any normal person."
Chu Yang exclaimed in surprise, "At the time, Tang Xiuwu leaped into a cliff hundreds of meters deep; I thought he was surely dead. It's unexpected that he could cling to life by such a thread."
"Hehe, but what's the use of clinging to life by a mere thread?"
