The Aftermath of the Cliff
The smoke on the cliff lingered thickly, curling around the jagged rocks like living shadows. Xiao Yan's voice pierced through it, raw with desperation:
"Mi-An! Mi-An!! Mi-An!!!"
His heart pounded violently, each beat a hammer against his chest. He could see nothing through the dense, gray mist, only the faint outlines of the scorched cliff and shattered trees.
Di'or and several disciples arrived first, rushing to help Saint LuQi regain his footing. The other saints scrambled after them, eyes scanning the clouds for any sign of Mi-An.
"What happened here?" asked one of the Saints of XiWu Sect, concern and alarm evident in his voice.
Nem's face was dark, shadowed with anger. "Mi-An! She ruined everything!"
"What? How dare she?" Di'or's voice cut through sharply.
"Don't speak ill of her!" Xiao Yan yelled, his own voice cracking with fear and frustration.
"Don't be so blinded, Xiao Yan! Mi-An is definitely conspiring with the Ansha! Why else would she want to die with him?" Nem spat, his anger boiling over.
"What! You knave!" Xiao Yan screamed, eyes blazing.
"Forget it, Xiao Yan. Get your acts together," LuQi cautioned, his tone calm but firm, trying to bring reason into the chaos.
Xiao Yan gritted his teeth, his hands clenching. "Ansha! I'll find you, I promise!"
"1000 years ago, the Ansha pulled me off this cliff. We might find him where you were found," he added, a mixture of strategy and determination in his voice.