Zhang Chen looked at the little fatty dangling on the branch, swaying with the mountain wind, seemingly about to fall at any moment, his mind whirling with thoughts.
Xu Erniu, who had been with Zhang Chen for several months, naturally understood him. Seeing Zhang Chen's expression, she knew his compassion was stirred, so she said:
"Zhang Chen, it's impossible to save him! The cliff is steep, and a slight mistake could lead to a fatal fall. How can the two of us save him? Let's wait until we climb the mountain and ask the Daoist in the temple to help."
The little fatty wailed dryly upon hearing this: "There's at least half a day's journey to the top from here, how can I possibly wait that long? By then, I might be a pulp already. Dear brother and sister, if you can save my life, I will repay you later. Please give me a hand..."
The little fatty was crying his eyes out, snot and tears running down his face, covering it completely.
