The platform was large enough for everyone to split into two groups. Although the martial artists and Ability Users had formed an alliance and become partners, they would automatically divide into two groups no matter when or where they were, as incompatible as fire and water.
On the platform, the martial artists and Ability Users rested separately as well, one group on the left and the other on the right.
Zhou Ziyun watched several martial artists hold onto a rope whose other end was fastened around Zhou Ke's waist with a carabiner. It was a climbing rope, exceptionally sturdy.
But when Zhou Ke looked down at the abyss beneath his feet, its darkness seeming to conceal something terrifying below, his heart quivered with fear. He wanted to step forward, but his legs felt weak.
Seeing Zhou Ke's behavior, Zhou Ziyun was instantly speechless. This descendant was beyond saving.
He stepped forward and slapped Zhou Ke on the back of the head. "I told you to scout the way, not go die. What are you scared of?"
"Ah!" The slap on the back of his head startled Zhou Ke. He had just been peering into the abyss below, imagining a huge bloody maw suddenly emerging from that pitch-black place and all sorts of things like that. Then he was abruptly smacked, so naturally, his reaction was a little intense.
But when he turned around and saw that it was Ancestor who had slapped him, what could he do? Even if Ancestor kicked him, he could only endure it. He would still have to grin and ask whether the kick had felt good, then strike another pose so Ancestor could kick him comfortably, happily, and magnificently...
"Hehe..." Zhou Ke rubbed the back of his head and gave an embarrassed smile, though it