The four women searched high and low but found nothing. Though unwilling, they could only leave.
The bottom of Soulbreak Cliff fell silent once more.
None of them believed Wang Xian could have fallen so easily...
Dongfang Mingyue suspected Old Meng from Phoenix City. Liu Chenyu and Nalan Liuli were certain he would return to his sect, while Jiang Yun'er planned to go back to her Household and ask her mother whether there truly was a reclusive expert at the bottom of the cliff.
They had to see him alive or find his corpse. Otherwise, none of them would ever give up.
How could they let that rascal off so easily?
However, the four young women who hurried away could never have imagined that Wang Xian was at that very moment enduring a life-or-death trial beyond anything they could conceive.
The instant Wang Xian leaped into the chillpool, an extreme coldness pierced through his skin like ten thousand ice needles.
It was like countless silver needles stabbing into his flesh and boring straight through to his marrow.
His blood nearly froze at once, and his limbs lost all sensation in an instant.
Only his chest was clutched tightly by an invisible icy hand. Every breath tore at his lungs and organs with stabbing pain.
The dark chill pool was black as ink. An eerie cold far beyond the ordinary wrapped around him layer by layer, as if even his soul were about to freeze solid.
In the blink of an eye, his consciousness rapidly slipped away, and the shadow of death descended over him.
"Hold on. Dive deeper. Trust me..."
Just as Wang Xian was about to close his eyes, Wuyue's voice rose like a tiny flame in his sea of consciousness, which was on the verge of going