"Master Chen..."
Mo Chuanlin called out from a distance, looking very panicked.
Mo Chuanlin already had a premonition that Elder Juechen was definitely not going to make it, falling from such a high place, especially since he was a man in his seventies.
If Elder Juechen died, the only big tree that he could rely on with a little fantasy would also fall.
"How about it?"
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