As both of them shouted out, Miao Xin had already fallen off the cliff along with the Mo Yu Flower box.
Miao Xin held the box of the Mo Yu Flower, feeling her body constantly sinking, yet a relaxed expression appeared on her face. Although she couldn't use the Sky Control Technique, by using some Floating Techniques, she could make her body light as a feather, and then look for an opportunity to climb onto a rock and ascend.
Relief washed over Miao Xin, but suddenly her complexion drastically changed, because she realized she couldn't muster even a trace of Spiritual Energy; the Spiritual Energy inside her was as if it had frozen, utterly unable to mobilize.
"Could it be that I'm going to die just like this?"
Miao Xin held the Mo Yu Flower box in one hand, and the other hand clenched tight, feeling a stabbing pain in her palm—it was the silver ring Lin Mo had given her.
Now, for some reason, the image of that young man surfaced in Miao Xin's mind.
