Thinking of this, Chen Jie fell silent, pondering for a long time without a solution.
Hong Yuan beside him was also at a loss, and at this moment, she looked at Chen Jie and said: "Brother Chen, how do we get across?"
Hong Yuan looked at Chen Jie and asked, and upon hearing this, Chen Jie thought for a moment and said, "Don't worry, I'll think of a way."
As Chen Jie contemplated, he looked down at his feet, only to see a bottomless abyss beneath them, yet this abyss was shrouded beneath a layer of clouds.
The thick clouds were like a cotton quilt, covering the scenery below tightly, making for a spectacular view.
Suddenly, a line of poetry flashed in Chen Jie's mind, "Beyond Wushan, there aren't any clouds."
Indeed, the clouds in Wushan were quite dense.
Chen Jie wanted to test how deep it was below, and having a corpse of a Flying Arrow Locust in hand, he casually tossed it, watching as the corpse drifted downward.
