The patch of ground they stood on measured only thirty square meters. Below it lay sheer cliffs plunging into a bottomless abyss. Qian Wanyu and Mo Ce still felt lingering dread after their ordeal in the depths, and the red spots on their faces were the strongest evidence of what they had endured.
Dongfang Minghui had encountered cliffs of every size many times on the Seven-Colored Continent. Beneath many lay billowing banks of mist or seas with towering waves. Even beneath the sheer cliffs in Death Valley, there had been withered grass and black earth. She truly did not want to go through another ordeal like that.
They stood alone on this tiny patch of ground. Those thirty square meters also included a large, crooked, withered tree. Its exterior was bare, without a trace of green. Whatever had caused its decline was unknown, but the tree stubbornly clung to life. The grass beside it had gone bald as well, leaving only a layer of tiny shoots shorter than turf, with a tenacity that refused to surrender. The rest consisted of oddly shaped stones, large and small, which occupied more than half the cramped space. The ground looked terribly barren and bleak.
Standing on this palm-sized patch of land, the three injured companions looked even more miserable.
"Ow, ow, ow! It hurts, it hurts! Seventh Sister!"
"If you really can't bear it, bite me."
Qian Wanyu was in an extremely foul mood. Having her appearance ruined was indeed something of a blow to a woman. She did not demand heavenly beauty or to be adored by everyone, but looking like this... One glance at Mo Ce's frightening face, covered in red spots, told her without a mirror that she looked little better.
In her anger, she used considerably more force.
Crack-