At the moment of his fall over the precipice, Zixiu let out a soul-shattering scream.
Hearing it, Fang Yi knew an accident had occurred. He vaulted onto a giant boulder, flung himself flat atop it, and reached out with both hands toward the abyss where Zixiu had just plunged. But it was already too late; Zixiu had fallen, and his harrowing shrieks could no longer be heard.
This was a sheer cliff face. Could this be Qifeng Ridge at the back of Zhong Ziheng's estate? A sudden pang shot through Fang Yi's head. He recalled the time he tumbled down the cliff at Qifeng Ridge, plunging just like Zixiu had a moment ago—except that back then, he had fallen in utter silence, without a cry or a shout.
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