"No way! This . . . How's this possible? Could it be a hallucination?"
Feng Zhirou felt that she just heard an indistinct sound. It should be a hallucination because the probability of Ye Yuan surviving was really not great.
"But if it's a hallucination, why is the sound getting louder? Could it . . . Could it be . . ."
Just as Feng Zhirou was completely dazed, a figure darted up from the pitch black cliff!
Seeing the figure, Feng Zhirou was stunned there as tears burst forth from her eyes.
"Great! Great! He's fine! He's really fine!" Feng Zhirou shouted in her heart.
"Senior Apprentice Sister, I . . ."
Ye Yuan only voice transmitted a few words before noticing a light blue mass pouncing on him and hugging him.
That faint fragrance wafted into his nose, involuntarily shaking up Ye Yuan's mind.
"Ye Yuan, you're really alright. Excellent! It's really great!" Feng Zhirou transmitted as her tears flowed silently.