Under the illumination of Yi Ji's feather fan, the group proceeded slowly along the cliff wall.
Before long, they discovered that the valley floor they occupied was an irregular circle, only twenty to thirty li across.
When they returned to the area near where they had climbed the cliff earlier, they had no choice but to admit in frustration that they were trapped at the bottom of the cliff, with no way out to be found.
Everyone looked grim.
"What are your plans, everyone?" Yi Ji asked.
After several breaths passed without anyone responding, Yuan Rong finally spoke.
"In my view, first, we must prepare to remain here for the long term. Second, we should continue exploring this valley. The more we learn of this place, the more likely we may one day find a way to leave."
When he finished, silence fell once more.
What Yuan Rong had said was hardly good news.
"There is something else you must not forget," Feng Zhongli said. "We are currently unable to draw in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and there are no living creatures here that can serve as food. If this continues for long, our physical bodies will receive no nourishment and will inevitably grow weaker and wither away day by day. Until, in the end..."
Feng Zhongli did not finish her sentence, but everyone knew what the outcome would be.
Then, everyone's gaze fell upon Song Wen.
Among those present, Song Wen alone possessed "food"—or rather, he alone dared to eat it.
With the amount of "blood plasma" spread across the valley floor, Song Wen would probably still be alive and well even after they had turned to skeletons, and those skeletons had rotted into dust.
Song Wen smiled calmly.
"Why are you all looking at me