The next day.
9 am in the morning.
Mo Shangjun and An Chen, who hadn't encountered any surprise attacks all night, had rested fairly well, and their spirits were no worse than the day before.
After confirming their location, Mo Shangjun led the way, and they smoothly reached the route they had taken before, and soon after, they found the cliff.
The vine that Mo Shangjun had thrown down the previous afternoon was still there. After a night's time, the vine remained tough.
Mo Shangjun approached the edge of the cliff, tested it, and it was sturdy enough for the two of them to descend right then and there.
"It's so high, aren't we taking a detour?" An Chen looked at Mo Shangjun with a hint of doubt.
Although they could climb down using the vine, they could only descend two-thirds of the way, and they would have to rely on their bare hands to climb the rest of the way down. Without enough experience, that would be very dangerous.
