"Damn it, what kind of place is this? It definitely isn't part of this Bronze Hall," Bald Bird said in shock.
"Senior Brother..." Several Immortal Sect disciples turned deathly pale, swallowing hard as they silently thanked their luck that they had not been the ones to go down.
Several Golden Core Realm experts were equally stunned. Who could have expected a Spirit Tool like the Heaven-Climbing Rope to actually snap?
The white-haired elder pulled the rope back up and found the break strange. There was more than one damaged spot along the Heaven-Climbing Rope; nearly every few centimeters bore signs of damage.
"It looks as though it was corroded, yet also as though it was sliced apart by a sharp blade!" the white-haired elder said with a frown.
He then turned to Old Yellow Tooth and saw that Old Yellow Tooth wore a grief-stricken expression, seemingly in low spirits.
"Fellow Daoist Bai Jing, it wasn't the Heaven-Climbing Rope's fault. You needn't grieve over that disciple. After all, I bear some responsibility as well," the white-haired elder said quietly with a sigh, shaking his head.
Old Yellow Tooth shot him a deeply resentful look, then covered his face in utter grievance, as if weeping soundlessly.
"My poor Heaven-Climbing Rope... I'd only just swindled it into my hands a few months ago, and it has already met such an untimely end. Heaven is jealous of genius..." Old Yellow Tooth said, heartbroken.
"You..." Only then did the white-haired elder's eyes widen as he glared furiously at Old Yellow Tooth.
The others could only shake their heads speechlessly. That old rascal from Shu Mountain truly was unreliable; he could not be judged by the standards of ordinary people.
Whoosh!
At that moment, faint gusts of wind suddenly blew up from within the black hole.