Baili An chose to abandon the path down the mountain and bowed his head to gently stroke the little fox in his arms, as if comforting it.
Without saying a word, he turned and leaped off the cliff.
The mountain peak was steep, yet thankfully sloped.
He held Shu Ci tightly as they plunged from the high altitude, crashing into the frozen soil and rocks of the mountain.
The terrifying fall sent his body tumbling all the way down.
The hundred-foot cliff, the sharp thorny forest plants carved countless deep wounds into his body, visible down to the bone.
Shu Ci only felt the sound of flesh tearing and bones breaking, so vividly clear beside her ears.
Sticky liquid stained her fur red, and she could clearly hear his body snapping trees and rocks.
The process lasted for a long, long time, long enough for Shu Ci to wonder if he would end up dead from the fall.
Then came another shocking boom.
