Lin Qiye frowned tightly when he heard those words.
He shook his head and said nothing more.
At the foot of the sheer cliff, Lu Baoyou resolutely grabbed the lowest protruding rock and dragged his exhausted body upward, inching along the nearly vertical face.
The howling gale wailed past his ears. He clenched his teeth, moving slowly yet steadily like a tireless machine.
Before long, a second figure emerged from the wind and snow and stopped at the base of the cliff.
Wearing cold-weather gear, Fang Mo stuffed the wrapper from his finished compressed biscuit back into his pocket. He stared at the towering cliff piercing the clouds, lost in thought.
He could see a dark figure inching upward about one-tenth of the way up the cliff.
He had already made it that far...
A trace of hesitation flickered in Fang Mo's eyes.
After pondering for a moment, he did not begin climbing immediately. Instead, he sat down where he was and closed his eyes to rest.
Time passed second by second. Only when the sun had moved directly overhead did Fang Mo slowly open his eyes, a resolute gleam flashing within them.
He reached out, seized a protrusion in the cliff face, and began climbing swiftly and nimbly.
By then, Lu Baoyou had already reached half the cliff's total height, leaving him far behind.
Not long after Fang Mo began climbing, Su Yuan, Ding Chongfeng, and several other stronger recruits crossed the frozen lake one after another and arrived at the foot of the cliff.
"So high?"
Ding Chongfeng looked up at the towering, nearly vertical cliff and could not help asking, "Can we really climb this?"
"...I don't know either." Su Yuan's expression was immensely complicated. "In extreme sports, free solo climbing is already one of the most