Half a day later, the figures of Zhu Fei and two others appeared beside a deep cliff.
The cliff was a sheer drop at ninety degrees, covered only in green moss. Looking down, all one could see was a vast expanse of whiteness, the details below obscured.
"Brother Zhu, there's no path ahead, should we go down and check?"
At that moment, Lin Hao turned to Zhu Fei beside him, posing the question.
After spending the half-day together, they had grown more familiar, hence why Lin Hao, who had initially addressed him as "young brother," now referred to him as Brother Zhu.
Simultaneously, Zhou Yun, who was nearby, picked up a large rock from the ground, carefully examined the mud on it, and then casually threw it off the cliff.
As the rock fell into the cliff, it made no sound and didn't stir a single "wave."
