Upon hearing this, Di Mingjue lowered a bit more of the rope and once Di Mingzhe caught hold of it, he said, "It's ready."
"The rope is long enough to reach the very bottom," Di Mingjue instructed, "just pay attention to your safety."
"Got it."
Di Mingzhe didn't say much. He grabbed hold of a branch, undid some clothing, tied the rope around himself, and after ensuring everything was secure, he slowly began to descend.
Thanks to the safeguards of the rope and the presence of numerous branches, there were no major issues.
However, the branches were so dense that they blocked some of his view and scratched his face painfully.
After a while, Di Mingzhe called out tentatively, "Di Xiaxia."
Echoes reverberated in the valley, but still, no one responded.
Di Mingzhe's anxiety escalated and he quickened his descent.
On the edge of the cliff, Di Mingjue casually squatted down and signaled to the two bodyguards, "Bring me the megaphone."
