The raised platform had originally stood several dozen feet high, but after the last tremor, it not only began to sway, but also slowly sank.
By the time Yang Qing and the others came to their senses, the platform had already sunk twenty feet into the earth.
It had originally stood forty or fifty feet above the ground. Now that it had suddenly dropped twenty feet, an absurd conjecture occurred to Yang Qing.
Could it be that once the platform was level with the ground, they would be able to leave this place?
Yang Qing wanted to say something to Jiangli, but the creature actually ignored him.
It was not asleep. It simply refused to respond.
Recalling the earlier commotion when Jiangli sensed the earth dragon upheaval, Yang Qing supposed it might once again be looking ahead at something impossible to speak of, and abandoned his original intention of talking to it.
Yang Qing had guessed correctly. As night fell on the second day, the earth dragon stirred again. This time, had Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou not gripped Yang Qing tightly, one on either side, he would probably have been flung clean off the platform.
And the platform sank another twenty feet.
Now it could no longer be called a raised platform. At most, it was a little dais.
It stood only a little over ten feet above the ground. Even without using the rope, Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou could have taken Yang Qing down from it.
But Jiangli had made it clear that they could leave only when the platform was level with the ground.
Otherwise, no one could predict what consequences they might bring upon themselves.
The tremors had already sheared a corner clean off the platform, leaving a cut as neat as though someone had