Time flows like water, the white horse swiftly passes by, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
It's been a full three years since the grand and fierce war of Ghosts and Gods took place.
On the Ghost God Cliff at the backside of Feilai Peak.
A little girl, seemingly only about seven or eight years old, was agilely climbing between the steep cliffs.
With a leap, she scaled the wall over a meter wide...
The almost ninety-degree steep peak was like walking on flat ground...
Surrounded by clouds and mist, in just a few breaths, the little girl climbed more than ten meters upward like a monkey.
Using all four limbs, breathing steadily...
If not seen with one's own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that a human could possess such a flexible posture.
When encountering cliffs with no climbing or supporting points.
The little girl would even use the strength of her waist and abdomen to leap three to five meters into the air, without any safety precautions at all.
