Early that morning, just as the sky was beginning to lighten, Duan Rong dragged his exhausted body back to Xianggu County.
The effort of jumping from the cliff top was even more consuming than the climb; Duan Rong barely managed to maintain control and landed at the base of the cliff only with great effort.
By then, his inner breath was completely depleted, and his body had not a single ounce of strength left. Even the juice in the gourd hanging from his waist had been drunk dry halfway down the mountain.
At that moment, he was so weak and vulnerable that an ordinary martial artist could easily have killed him!
Fortunately, Duan Rong projected his divine sense outward and was sure that there wasn't a soul within a hundred meters.
Duan Rong gasped for air as he sat at the base of the cliff for quite a while, finally regaining some strength before returning to Xianggu County!
