On a narrow mountain path, a pure white cloud leopard raced through, leaving everything behind it as a blur.
Ahead lay a ravine, several dozen meters wide. With a powerful leap, the cloud leopard soared across to the other side of the cliff.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down! Are you trying to scare me to death?" Robert woke up with a stream of curses. When he looked into Charles's cold, piercing eyes, he shivered and quickly shut his mouth.
He was completely bound with ropes and strapped onto the cloud leopard's back, unable to move.
However, since Charles hadn't killed him, it meant that Charles was still wary of his connection to the Taylor family. This thought brought a smug smile to Robert's face. "Charles, as long as you don't kill me, once we get back to Lsengard, I can give you money, women—anything you want!"
