"Qing Ling, worldly prosperity, come down the mountain..." Master said leisurely
He was dressed in gray and white robes, with a bun in his head, and two locks of long hair on both sides of his forehead. He was handsome, elegant, and otherworldly.
He shouted from the edge of the cliff: "I, Jiang Qingling, have come out of the mountain——!"
"Don't do this again next time, okay?" Jiang Qingling cried and sucked the man's throat.
"If you do this again, I will imitate Jiang Cang and jump off the cliff so that you can never find me again."
"I do what I say!"
The man's hand hugged him and kept shaking, but he also shed a line of clear tears.
After hearing the other person's words "I can never find him again," he kept shaking his head. He was too afraid that he would not be able to find this person.
So, he hugged him tighter, but he was sobbing silently
Concept: Maybe a bit of suspense reasoning and a bit of metaphysical fighting.