At the edge of the cliff, the cold wind was piercing.
Everyone arrived there, and Master Yushan looked at the Disciple leading the way and said, "You saw Little Ming King come here with your own eyes?"
"Reporting to Master, I saw it with my own eyes. We originally wanted to follow him up, but the Ming King would not allow it, and even lost his temper at us, so we did not follow."
Hearing this, Master Yushan frowned slightly and said, "On this sheer cliff, where could he possibly go?"
Just as Master Yushan was weighed down with doubts, Chen Jie lowered his head to look at the ground and saw two clear footprints. These footprints led all the way to the edge of the cliff, but one of them disappeared half a zhang away from the edge, while the other vanished right at the cliff's lip, as if the person had leapt off.
Chen Jie raised his head to look toward the opposite cliff and saw a thick guest‑welcoming pine tree there.
"What place is that?"
