At that moment, Wang Xiaoqiang finally understood that Little Qing intended to carry him across the vast Immortal Sorrow Cliff. He couldn't help but feel touched and said, "Little Qing, can you manage it?"
"Don't worry, I have crossed this path no less than ten times," urged Little Qing. "Come on up!"
Wang Xiaoqiang stretched out his hand, clung to her delicate, tender nape, and then lay on her back.
Little Qing easily carried him on her back, flicked her tail, and then followed the narrow path along the cliff's edge.
Wang Xiaoqiang discovered that although they were moving along the edge of a cliff, Little Qing's movements were very steady, which reassured him.
Moreover, as he held onto Little Qing's smooth neck and felt the warmth and softness of her delicate body, along with the faint fragrance she emitted, he felt extremely comfortable.
Unconsciously, he drifted off to sleep.
After an unknown amount of time, Little Qing's voice woke him, "Master, Master, wake up!"
