Mu Qingchen felt that the biggest mistake in his life was to believe the old man selling buns.
"Young man, there is an ancient ruin at the back of Qingming Mountain, and there are a lot of treasures in it!" The old man winked while collecting the money, "I told you because I saw your skeleton, and I haven't told you about it to ordinary people!"
Mu Qingchen should have realized at that time - which normal person would tell such a secret to a stranger buying buns?
But he just believed it.
So at this moment, he was hanging halfway up a cliff at the back of Qingming Mountain, holding on to a withered vine growing out of the cliff with both hands. There was an abyss beneath his feet, and a steep cliff with no end in sight above his head.
