A strong gush of wind threw Chun Yeowun's balance off, messing up his stepping skill. He tried to regain balance, but the rusted sword couldn't hold him up and broke down.
Yeowun fell back down the cliff. He had climbed all the way up here, but he was about to lose everything.
Yeowun quickly pulled out his White Dragon Blade and stuck it into the wall. Luckily, it wasn't long before he started dropping, so he was able to stop without being dragged down too far. He fell only about few meters but it was enough to make his heart sink. Yeowun panted as he looked up.
'Dammit. I should've thought about that gust.'