It usually takes years for an ordinary person to achieve what Feng Cang did in just two days. In Azha's words, Feng Cang was a true genius.
"Keep going! I believe you will succeed!" Azha clenched his fist and lightly struck Feng Cang's chest, "Relax!"
The cheers of the Qiang Clan echoed around Feng Cang as he stood at the base of the Knife Ladder. Today, the climb was ten metres longer and the number of blades had doubled from thirty-six to seventy-two. The towering ladder, with its gleaming blades under the dazzling sun, rose to the heavens.
As traditional Qiang Clan music began playing, drummers pounded their massive drums. Under the gaze of the crowd, Feng Cang kissed Feng Qiqi's forehead, hugged Feng Xiao, then removed his shoes to stand at the base of the Knife Ladder.
"I wonder if Feng Cang can successfully pass!" The Fourth Elder sat beside Elder Tengyuan, watching him play with his tobacco, "What are you smoking, old man? Smells so soothing! Share some with me!"
