Zhang Changyang's face turned pale. Without thinking, he reached out and lunged towards Nian Qianqian, but only managed to grab a corner of her garment. Watching the rapidly falling white figure, Zhang Changyang, who could have landed safely, still followed her down…
"Master…" Gu Qingheng, who followed behind, hurriedly shouted, wanting to grab someone, yet unfortunately couldn't even touch the other's body. In the end, he could only watch in despair as the two figures disappeared into the mountain ravine. In panic, he also wanted to jump down, but was held back by Gu Qiao, who followed behind.
"Young master, you mustn't." Gu Qiao's face also turned pale with fright.
