"Help!"
Liu Yao shouted, his forehead covered in beads of sweat.
He had come to Mount Taiqing for a visit and leaned against the railing to admire the scenery.
But the railing had fallen into disrepair over the years and snapped outright.
His foot slipped, and he fell straight down. Fortunately, his hand caught a vine, keeping him from truly falling.
But with his strength, there was no way he could climb back up.
Nor did he dare to climb, afraid of tearing the vine apart.
If that happened, he would plunge down the mountain, with death certain and survival impossible.
It was the first time Liu Yao had ever felt so panicked.
He had been hanging on for a full minute already. His arms were numb with soreness, yet no one had come.
"Damn it, if immortals really exist, come save me!"
Liu Yao did not believe in immortals, but he did not mind clutching at Buddha's feet in a crisis.
Just then, a young man in a Daoist robe appeared above him.
Joy appeared on Liu Yao's face as he panted, "Brother, do me a favor—call someone over to save me."
Liu Yao was rather heavy. He did not think this skinny man before him could rescue him.
This man was Zhang Shaoqin, who had emerged from the Ice Coffin. He looked at Liu Yao, surprise flickering in his eyes.
He reached out and grabbed Liu Yao in one swift motion.
With a pull, he hauled Liu Yao straight up.
Liu Yao lay on the ground, pale-faced and deeply grateful.
"Thank you, brother!"
If not for the man before him, he would probably have met his end here today.
This was a life-saving debt.
"Brother, what is your name?" Liu Yao asked.
"Zhang Shaoqin," Zhang Shaoqin answered. He