Before anyone could react, Ning Xi had already rushed out of the banquet hall like a whirlwind.
"Help!"
"Wuwu… Cousin, save me!"
The little boy's small hands tightly gripped a string of decorative lights.
His tiny body came to a stop on the rooftop.
He struggled continuously.
Danger crept closer step by step.
The light string could no longer bear his weight.
Everyone present gasped and erupted into chaos at the sight before them.
"Hurry, call 119 for rescue!"
"Contact the property management, see if they can find an air cushion."
Just as everyone at the Daoist conference was discussing how to rescue the little boy, Ning Xi, clad in a white robe, skillfully climbed up a smooth pillar.
Her speed was astonishing.
So fast that those below couldn't even see clearly how she had managed to climb onto the roof.
By the time the people below realized what was happening, Ning Xi had already reached the glass rooftop, carefully approaching the little boy.
"Don't be afraid, big sister is here."
The little boy's face was pale with fear, his entire body trembling slightly.
His bloodless, thin lips softly called out, "Sister…"
A faint tearing sound—Ning Xi's sharp eyes noticed the light string in the little boy's hand had snapped.
She quickly glanced around, calculating the angles in her mind.
Her snow-white figure lunged toward the little boy, scooping him up with one hand.
"Be careful!"
The people below exclaimed in alarm.
Some of the more timid ones covered their eyes, too scared to watch the perilous scene.
The wind on the glass rooftop billowed through Ning Xi's wide Daoist robe.
With one hand, she held the little boy close to her chest; with the other, four fingers dug tightly into the edge of the roof.
"Close your eyes."
The little boy opened his eyes, saw the height of several dozen meters, and obediently shut them, not daring to move a muscle in Ning Xi's embrace.
Ning Xi glanced around, and in her mind, the optimal escape route instantly appeared.
Her hand suddenly released its grip.
Her body plummeted downward, her agile and slender form holding the little boy as she flipped mid-air.
Using the angle from pushing off a steel beam with her toes, she landed gracefully on the open ground in a stylish leap.
The moment Ning Xi landed with the little boy in her arms, the crowd erupted into enthusiastic applause.
Countless phone cameras faithfully recorded Ning Xi's incredible one-minute rescue.
"You can open your eyes now."
In Ning Xi's arms, the little boy's eyelashes fluttered as he opened his eyes. The moment he did, tears surged forth like a tide.
Ning Xi, who had never comforted a child before, was momentarily at a loss, her entire body stiffening.
Imitating the tone her Master had once used with her, she said stiffly and coldly, "Don't cry. If you keep crying, I'll put you back."
Hearing this, the little boy cried even harder!
"One, two…"
Before Ning Xi could count to "three," the little boy covered his mouth with his small hands, looking pitifully at her.
His expression—wanting to cry but not daring to—was especially endearing.
His little face was fair and tender, his eyes moist as he gazed at Ning Xi's cold, pretty face.
Seeing that the little boy had stopped crying, Ning Xi casually set him down on the ground and turned to leave.
The little boy reached out and grabbed the sleeve of Ning Xi's robe, asking with a slight sob in his voice, "Sister, you saved me. When I grow up, I'll marry you, okay?"
Ning Xi stiffly pulled her sleeve back from the little boy's grasp.
"The lollipop in your little pocket is my reward for saving you."
Reluctant to part with the starry sky lollipop in his pocket, the little boy bargained with Ning Xi, "Sister, how about I give you my dad as a reward instead?"