The moon is bright, stars are sparse.
The night after the snow is exceptionally cold.
Especially when a gust of cold wind blows through, like a knife slicing through the skin.
Black Tiger Cliff stretches for hundreds of kilometers, traversing the entire primeval forest, like a natural barrier that splits this region in two.
Thousands of meters below, apart from countless bushes growing horizontally from the cliff, there is only the rushing, tumultuous Qian River at the bottom.
Despite the icy world, the river's waters continue to surge, crashing against the cliff with a thunderous roar.
Mist surrounds, concealing the sky and blocking the sun.
Chen Yang first fell onto some trees and finally landed in the Qian River, completely losing consciousness.
Throughout the process, Chen Yang held tightly onto Chen Changsheng and Chen Botong.
Even when he fell into the water, he never let go.
Drifting and floating, carried downstream by the river.
Uncertain of life or death.
