"Once we're past this Wind Cliff, we'll reach the summit!"
At this moment, Lin Yi and the Little Daoist were standing right there at Wind Cliff.
This Wind Cliff was unremarkable, with nothing strange about it.
However, it gave Lin Yi an indescribable sense of pressure.
The cliff was nearly a hundred meters high, and its face wasn't so smooth that it lacked footholds.
In fact, with his level of cultivation, climbing Wind Cliff shouldn't have been a difficult task.
But there was still that inexplicable sense of pressure.
It made Lin Yi feel that this Wind Cliff was extremely dangerous.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, should we go up now?"
the Little Daoist asked.
Lin Yi nodded. "Alright!"
With that, he leaped, easily landing on a protruding rock.
But just as both his feet had settled...
A fierce gale howled over. Caught completely off guard, Lin Yi was almost blown right off.
'Why is this wind blowing so erratically?
