The tide ebbed and flowed.
Upon the black rock face, a white slender rope rubbed against the stone, scattering a bit of limestone dust. The rope, seemingly delicate, was as tough as steel wire. A pair of large hands grasped the long rope, finally reaching the top.
Gasping for air, Baus reached the top of the cliff. Although he was secured by safety equipment, he was still exhausted. In contrast to Bi Fang's effortless ease, Baus labored like an old ox plowing a field.
"Phew, it's been a long time since I've had such intense exercise. Sorry, I'm a bit out of breath," Baus raised his hand as a gesture.
Bi Fang handed him a bottle of mineral water, smiling, while internally making a preliminary assessment of Baus's physical condition.
The drone rose into the sky, capturing the endless plains in its view.
