Wang Anhu's face darkened further.
Previously, he refused to think in that direction.
After all, that outcome was certain death.
But now, despite his reluctance to face it, he finally had to consider the cliff.
The group surveyed the cliff again and again.
They found nothing.
The edge of the cliff had been swept by fierce winds countless times, leaving no trace.
More than 20 minutes later.
"Is Su Yue's life paper still intact?"
Jiao Qingyuan asked with a frown.
They hadn't found any traces at all.
"It's still intact, everything is normal!"
Wang Anhu clutched Su Yue's life paper tightly.
This piece of paper was already tied to the lifeblood of the entire Cangyuan Sixth Camp.
If the life paper were really to break, how could they face Prince Qing in the future?
"Not dead.
"As long as he's not dead, there's still hope, there's still a chance for salvation."
Jiao Qingyuan muttered anxiously.
His expression was more worried than the six others.
