Going up a mountain was easy; coming down was hard, especially when it meant climbing down a hundred-meter cliff.
We all had cultivation, but even so, I still felt my heart tremble.
Below us was a sea of white mist. The cliff was over a hundred meters deep, the height of more than thirty floors. If we fell, we would be smashed to pieces.
So as we descended the cliff, every one of us was extremely careful.
Daoist Qingshan led the way, with Pan Ling close behind to scout the route.
Mao Jing was behind me, while Zhang Yuchen was ahead of me.
As Zhang Yuchen climbed down, he looked up and said to me:
"Brother Jiang, put your left foot on that protrusion beside you, wedge your right foot into the crack, then ease yourself down bit by bit..."
Zhang Yuchen truly had a knack for this, and I carefully learned from him.
We worked our way down little by little.
Uncle Yu's true qi was weaker. Halfway down, his hands and feet began to tremble, and his breathing grew rapid.
Master even teased Uncle Yu.
He asked if Uncle Yu was already done for, since his legs were shaking so badly. If he could not make it, Master said he could carry him down.
How could Uncle Yu stand for that?
He immediately replied:
"Song Decai, my rheumatism is acting up, that's why my legs are shaking. You think I'm scared? You think I need you to carry me?"
After saying that, Uncle Yu climbed down a little farther.
No one exposed him. We simply continued descending cautiously.
Though none of us were professional rock climbers, we were not slow at getting down the cliff.
It took us only around ten minutes to reach the valley floor from