Zhang Xiaofan looked at He Dazhi, scratched his head, and seemed a little at a loss. "I don't know what spot would be suitable! And it's all sheer cliffs down there. There isn't anywhere to stand, is there?"
When everyone heard that, they all looked at Little Fatty.
Little Fatty shrank behind Zhang Xiaofan again, and before long, he came up with an idea. "Just have Little Senior Brother make a hole in the cliff, won't that do?"
After hearing this, everyone thought it really was a solution, then turned to look at Zhang Xiaofan again. Zhang Xiaofan quickly nodded and agreed. This really could solve the problem.
Then he carried Luo Yunji on his back, stepped onto the Fire Poker, and descended into the Death Spirit Abyss once more.
"Little Junior Brother! Is what you said true? Cultivating in this kind of environment really will help Second Senior Brother's mental attribute?" Zhang Xiaofan asked Little Fatty on his back as they descended.
"It should, right?" Little Luo Yunji muttered, sounding somewhat uncertain now.
When Zhang Xiaofan heard that, he lost control of his posture for a moment, and the two of them nearly fell off the "Fire Poker." "Then you still told Second Senior Brother to come down and cultivate!"
"It should be somewhat useful! But Second Senior Brother has to be able to endure it!" Little Fatty clutched Zhang Xiaofan's clothes tightly. Just now, after Zhang Xiaofan heard his words, he had become unsteady and nearly made the two of them fall, which had frightened him.
Zhang Xiaofan felt deeply helpless after hearing this. The two of them descended for quite a while before Little Fatty signaled that this was enough.
Little Fatty began casting, preparing to smash out a hole in the cliff here that could fit