When Huangfu Ziyu leaped into the abyss, Ye Qing was already more than ten meters away from her.
Ye Qing's mouth was wide open, as if he was shouting something. However, the speed of the fall was too fast, and all she could hear was the rushing wind in her ears, so she couldn't make out what he was saying.
Seeing that she couldn't save Ye Qing, Huangfu Ziyu was very panicked. But instead of being afraid of falling herself, she was worried that she wouldn't be able to catch Ye Qing.
Without hesitation, Huangfu Ziyu pulled out a strap from her waist and flicked it, causing the strap to unroll dozens of meters—it was a soft whip. Huangfu Ziyu threw the soft whip with force, and its length was just enough to wrap around Ye Qing's waist.
With a strong pull, the speed of her descent immediately increased a lot, and in a moment she had reached Ye Qing's side and grabbed his arm, finally bringing them together.
