Arriving at the base of the avalanche, a rugged mountain path lay above, covered in snow.
The avalanche had covered nearly a quarter of Camp One, sloping down majestically. Looking from above, tents of various sizes stood in lines, much smaller than those at the base camp and far fewer in number. Most climbers spent only one night here, so the tents were generally small, and there were very few large ones.
There were also the restrictions of conditions. With the increasing altitude, the number of people grew fewer, and the items they could carry became lighter. Large tents weren't so easy to bring up.
Teams were still descending the mountain, and among the dozens of people, only Bi Fang was moving against the current, like a boulder in a river. Many who didn't know the truth looked sideways and whispered until some became aware of the situation and cast strange glances.
Why him?
