Hong Chuan instinctively glanced downward. The sinkhole below was already shrouded in darkness, like a bottomless abyss. If he were to fall in, even someone with profound cultivation would meet certain death—his fate would likely be nothing more than shattered bones.
A chill ran through his entire body. He looked up at Lu Chen, panic and pleading clearly written in his eyes.
Compared to Hong Chuan’s terror, Lu Chen appeared far more composed, yet his expression was hardly relaxed. His face was pale and slightly distorted, clearly strained by the immense effort he was exerting.
After all, grabbing a full-grown man with one hand and holding him suspended over a cliff was no easy feat for anyone.
Lu Chen lay flat against the edge of the cliff, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice,
