Above the cave, Venerable Feng Ji's face was tense. He suddenly felt a terrifying force transmitted up through the rope from below, nearly making him lose his grip. He had barely managed to hold on.
The rope was pulled taut, a tremendous force filling it. The sturdy rope let out a series of crisp cracks, as if it could snap at any moment.
This rope had been refined from tough dragon sinews, with Qin Fengming adding some reinforcing materials inside, making the already extremely sturdy dragon sinews even tougher. Even a Mahayana cultivator pulling with nothing but physical strength would not necessarily be able to snap it easily.
As Qin Fengming stabilized himself, Venerable Feng Ji immediately felt the pulling force lighten.
However, when he communicated with Qin Fengming again through the communication tablet, he suddenly discovered that no reply could get through.
Venerable Feng Ji could now confirm that Qin Fengming was still attached to the other end of the rope. Yet a mere one or two hundred zhang of depth had already blocked the transmission of information. The dangers at the bottom of the pitch-black cave were obvious.
Faced with this, Venerable Feng Ji's first reaction was naturally to return at once and stop taking risks.
However, he did not receive the agreed-upon signal from Qin Fengming tugging the rope. Not only did Qin Fengming's signal fail to come, but he instead felt the rope in his hand slacken. The tautness vanished completely, as though the rope had suddenly snapped and no longer bore any weight.
"Could Fellow Daoist Qin have actually risked abandoning the rope and fallen toward the bottom of the cave on his own?" Venerable Feng Ji cried out, his eyes wide.
Qin Fengming's courage was simply too great. Venerable Feng Ji could not see