However, Gu Changsheng did not notice that as she continued to fall, the faint light on the wick of the Seven Apertures Exquisite Lamp in her arms had already grown from dim to increasingly bright...
This time, no one responded to Gu Changsheng's words, but this gentle downward speed, for Gu Changsheng, could only be described as a breeze and light rain. Gu Changsheng was confident that at this rate of falling, relying on her cultivation, she shouldn't fall to her death...
"I hope there are no undercurrents beneath this Broken Cliff of Ten Thousand Fathoms, not falling to death, but getting all wet is still an issue. We didn't bring any spare clothes when we fell down, what if I catch a cold?"
Gu Changsheng blinked her eyes, twitching the corners of her mouth, unable to help but mock herself.
"I hope the evildoer and Shi Wujue don't do anything foolish. I can now say I'm safer than they are..."
Just fall!
Isn't it just falling down a cliff?
