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I glanced around and realized that we were on a cliff that was almost perpendicular to the horizon. My junior brother was stuck to my upper left, while Old Qiao was positioned at my lower right, both within three meters of me. Looking down from Old Qiao, I could vaguely see a silver van about twenty meters away, but beyond that, all I could see was a thick blanket of white mist.
A sudden thought struck me: Oh no, did we just have a car accident?
My palms began to sweat coldly, and my heart raced like a drum. If it weren't for the old tree that had unexpectedly appeared in our path, I feared we would have already been at Mao Zedong's place claiming our seats.
I desperately told myself to stay calm, but my hands and feet trembled uncontrollably. The realization that I was hanging on the edge of an unfathomable cliff made it impossible for my heart to settle. My mind buzzed and went blank…
I don't know how long this state lasted until a sudden sharp pain shot through the back of my head, jolting me awake like an electric shock. My fingers trembled as I reached back to touch the area, and sure enough, I found a cut about an inch long. Fortunately, it wasn't too deep. I hastily tore off a piece of cloth from my sleeve to make a makeshift bandage and stopped the bleeding.
At that moment, my junior brother suddenly moved. I felt a surge of joy and quickly called his name: "Dui… Dui!"
He groggily responded with a murmur. After about three seconds, he seemed to grasp the situation and began to move his limbs amidst a string of loud curses. Seeing that he wasn't seriously hurt, I turned my face away, closed my eyes, and called out for Old Qiao. Old Qiao had always been in poor health; following us had brought him no fortune but plenty of trouble. Guilt washed over me as I hoped he would be alright; otherwise, I would never find peace in my conscience for the rest of my life.
Fortunately, good fortune seemed to favor him as well; Old Qiao gradually came to his senses and sounded like he was okay. I asked my junior brother how the accident happened. He spat in disgust and cursed, "Damn it! What kind of car accident? That Dong Ge saw we were all asleep and thought he could rob us! Luckily, I noticed just in time. In his panic, he even tried to kill us by driving us off the cliff before jumping out at the last moment! Damn it! If it weren't for that scoundrel using some kind of drug on us, I'd have jumped over and wrung his neck!"
Old Qiao sighed and said, "When traveling in the world, one must not flaunt wealth; if you do flaunt it, don't blame ghosts for taking notice. It was our carelessness!"
"Bah!" my junior brother retorted angrily. "That scoundrel looked so innocent; he didn't even dare let out a fart during the whole trip! Who would have thought that beneath that facade lay a black heart? He must have been biding his time while we were distracted!" I quickly raised my wrist to check; relief washed over me when I saw that the Bracelet was still there.
"You really are something, Senior Brother. You slept like a log; all your skills went to waste! How can you face our master? How can you face me? How can you face Old Qiao? How can you face…" My junior brother paused abruptly. "Where's A Li? Why haven't we heard anything from A Li?"
A Li grew up with us, like a younger sister. However, after the incident at Emerald Villa, a rift formed between us—specifically, between her and me. I had always been unsure how to face her; should I continue to see her as that adorable little sister, or should I regard her as Master Sun's Tu Di Li San?
My hesitation led me to not notice when A Li went missing.
But now, no one had the energy to care about that. The position where my junior brother had fallen was unfortunate; a tree trunk as thick as an arm pierced through his collar, leaving him hanging like a corpse on the tree. Amidst the raging storm, the trunk creaked ominously, threatening to snap.
Just moments ago, as my junior brother spoke, there was a sudden crack, and a branch broke off from the trunk. He immediately sank lower, his body swaying precariously as if the trunk would give way at any moment. To make matters worse, both Old Qiao and I were directly beneath him; if he fell, it would be like a collapsing domino effect, crushing everything in his path and sealing our fates.
Compared to my junior brother, Old Qiao and I were in a much better situation. We could move freely within our limited range, but the branches swayed violently, and raindrops the size of peanuts pelted us so hard that we could barely keep our eyes open. A misstep could send us plummeting into the abyss below. On top of that, I suffered from severe acrophobia; being up here rendered me nearly useless.
I glanced around my surroundings and felt a chill run down my spine. All I could see was this peculiar old tree; our only chance of survival lay in climbing up to the main trunk. It was as thick as a car tire from Beidou Star, so it should withstand this storm. Suddenly, I found it amusing—there's an old saying that tall trees attract the wind. Here we were at the center of the storm, yet we had no choice but to rely on it for survival. No wonder they say fortune and misfortune are intertwined; ultimately, life or death depended on one's own fate.
Now all three of us focused on the precarious trunk behind my junior brother. The sensation of hanging in limbo was unbearable; it would be better to just get it over with. My junior brother's mouth moved as he likely cursed under his breath.
At that moment, inspiration struck me. I shouted to him, "Dui, is Ze Zhang with you?"
He immediately gave me a 'K' sign with his hand. I felt relieved; this made things much easier. With my junior brother's skills and Ze Zhang's Lotus Head Silk, he could definitely protect himself. As long as we ensured that the trunk didn’t fall on Old Qiao and me, we could get through this.
Thinking quickly, I yelled, "Great! When the branch breaks, use Ze Zhang to swing over to the main trunk behind you. I'll rush to catch Old Qiao as fast as I can; let’s regroup at the main trunk!"
As I said this, doubt crept in... Standing on this cliff with wind swirling around my feet made it hard for me to keep my legs steady; how could I possibly look after Old Qiao? Yet at the same time, I understood there was no one else who could do this besides me. My junior brother was in a far worse situation than I was; if it were me hanging up there instead of him, I would probably have already wet myself out of fear. His mental fortitude was always better than mine; he reacted quickly and with Ze Zhang's power backing him up, I wasn’t worried about him at all. But asking him to perform such a difficult self-rescue maneuver while also finding time to save Old Qiao and me was akin to Fang Ye Tan—something even Cold Bench might struggle with.
So now there was no other way out; I had to overcome my psychological barriers. Otherwise, both Old Qiao and I could be in grave danger at any moment.
The junior disciple dared not move, but still made a 'K' gesture before going on his way. I took a deep breath, trying not to look down, drew out my staff, and told Old Qiao not to move around, waiting for me to come down and assist him.
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