"I..."
A single word dragged out with a long tail, and White Hair vanished on the spot.
"Yin Shuai!?"
Bai Guyue hurriedly ran over.
It was as if that rock was some sort of mechanism; he... casually leaned on it.
On the empty ground lay only his own backpack, and where Yin Shuai was leaning before revealed a meter-wide dark hole.
"——Thunk!"
A heavy thud echoed from underground, followed by a string of curses from White Hair.
[Luckily, I'm fine.]
The voice from the hole was full of energy, easing Bai Guyue's worries, and she hurriedly leaned over the hole to ask.
"Are you hurt? I'll get you out right away."
"No... not hurt... ouch... the hole is deep, if possible, drop me a rope, if not, I'll climb up." White Hair's tone was a bit odd.
A heartfelt thanks to the Iron Clan brothers.
Young Master Yin's mind was filled with gratitude at this moment.
