Han Jing muttered darkly to Lan Ling beside him, "That old witch isn't planning to drop us midway, is she?"
Her voice was just right, allowing everyone to hear.
Xia Ji, who had already walked several meters ahead, froze for a moment.
Then she continued walking as if nothing had happened.
Xia Ji was, of course, the first to reach the other side, standing at the edge of the cliff with a half-smile, watching the others come over one after another.
Han Jing lagged behind somewhat, ensuring that old witch Xia Ji would not notice that Su Yu's Soul Stabilizing Needle had already been dispelled. So, for a long time, Su Yu hadn't spoken, and Han Jing hadn't exchanged any glances with Su Yu.
Su Yu's cold and indifferent demeanor made it seem as if he really remembered nothing.
Naturally, as they crossed over, they didn't walk together.
Han Jing and Lan Ling fell to the back, with Lianwu and Xiao Xue in front.
The few of them were separated by roughly two to three meters.
