On the cliff edge.
In the colorless and tasteless air, a ripple suddenly appeared like water waves.
At first, it was only the size of a palm, but in the blink of an eye, it grew to the size of a basin, and then, a figure wearing an ancient robe suddenly emerged from it.
"Rip!"
The sound of fabric tearing erupted.
Immediately following, a faint and indistinct growl came from within the ripples, and along with the ripples, it disappeared together.
"That was close, I almost lost my life in there."
Elder Wang wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned to look at his half-bitten garment, shivering with fear.
If he had moved a little slower, it wouldn't have just been a half-torn garment, but a whole leg.
"Fortunately, I got this thing, it was all worth it."
As he spoke, a long root appeared in his hand.
The size of a palm, its surface white, exuding a faint fragrance that made one want to take a bite.
