The rocks would occasionally slip loose and make thudding sounds, before echoing in the mountain stream.
Half of Miss Jun’s body was hanging in mid-air. Both hands were clenching a loosened rock, about to fall off the cliff any moment.
In this situation, the cowardly would scream, and the brave would immediately rush forward to save the person.
But this man both screamed and jumped forward. And both his questions and actions were strange.
He didn’t immediately pull her up. Instead, he was pushing down on the hand that held Immortal Ziyi’s Plant.
He squatted in front of her. The sun shone behind him, and cast his shadow over Miss Jun.
Miss Jun could also clearly see his face.
He was about twenty-one years old. While his skin could not be said to be fair, it still glowed exquisitely. The bridge of his nose was tall and his eyes were bright. He was of outstanding looks.
Right now he was squatting down, but he was still large.
