At this critical moment of life and death, Song Peiwan displayed the decisiveness expected of a lady from a prestigious family. She temporarily cast aside her feminine restraint, took a deep breath, and stepped forward to embrace Zhao Ya's waist.
The maid named Xiaoman, seeing this, also blushed and followed suit.
Once both had embraced him tightly, Zhao Ya wound his removed outer garment around them a few times, using it as a rope to bind the three of them together. Then he bit down on the Meteorite Iron Saber, standing on the edge of the cliff looking downwards.
Clouds and mist swirled below, but with Zhao Ya's eye power, he could vaguely see the gigantic tree canopies at the valley bottom.
He estimated roughly that it was at least a hundred meters deep.
At this distance, forget carrying two other people—even if Zhao Ya were alone, jumping down would be certain death.
