Lin Qingze didn't waste any words and immediately pulled Lin Chuxia toward the direction from which he came.
"Brother, the thing you just said was..." Lin Chuxia's heart kindled a sliver of hope as she looked at Lin Qingze with anticipation.
Falling from such a height, if the bottom were flat ground, the chances of survival would be slim.
But, without looking back and with hurried steps, Lin Qingze said, "Below is a river."
Most valleys next to mountain paths have a large river flowing by. The river beneath Jinxiu Valley, with its crystal-clear waters and verdant mountains, almost nurtures the people of this land.
Previously in a state of shock, Lin Chuxia had forgotten the existence of the river below. Now, reminded by Lin Qingze, she also recalled the river.
"Brother, so you mean to say that Gu Yuheng is still alive?" Lin Chuxia's eyes suddenly sparkled with the light of hope.
"I don't know, but I feel he's not someone who would give up so easily."
