"Falling off a cliff and not dying, such has always been the case in ancient times!"
Su Mo, upon hearing that Hu Sandao had fallen down the mountain, knew that not only would this not be the end of him, but it would also lead to an extraordinary adventure.
Just as it was for Xu Lu, so it was for Hu Sandao.
Only Su Mo, questioning his identity as a transmigrator, felt he truly fit the mold of a novel's protagonist.
Yet, curiously, he had never experienced such an event, which was somewhat regrettable to say.
However, upon further reflection, he understood why; so far, no one had been able to knock him off a cliff.
Hu Sandao, puzzled by this, nodded in agreement:
"Indeed, I didn't die back then, I drifted along the flow, and upon awakening, I found myself in a different place.
It was a mountain cave, and I didn't know how I got there, but when I opened my eyes, I was already lying on the stone wall.
