Windwail Highland, Dadaupa Gorge.
After settling on a plan, the two of them sneaked over to the cliff on the left without alerting the Hilichurls, preparing to climb up.
Although the cliff was steep, it had plenty of handholds and footholds, so climbing it would not be too difficult.
"Foolish attendant, I shall go up first and then pull you up."
Fischl nudged Li Qiuzhi's arm with her elbow, parting her lips to speak softly.
"Mm."
Li Qiuzhi naturally had no objections. They were too close to the Hilichurl Camp and needed to avoid making any loud noises that might wake the monsters.
The black, high-heeled ankle boots Fischl wore stepped onto a protrusion in the cliff. With a slight push, she lifted her body, her hands catching the outcroppings above in time.
Finally, her other foot also found a depression to rest in.
If the cliff were treated as the ground, Fischl's current posture would be that of someone supporting herself on all fours, facing downward.
In the darkness, the hem of her skirt, its color difficult to distinguish, hung down from her buttocks onto her calves, which looked softly rounded and shapely beneath her black stockings.
She began climbing slowly and silently. Li Qiuzhi moved beneath Fischl so that he could catch her in time if she lost her grip and fell.
That would keep the noise from waking the Hilichurl shooters on the nearby watchtowers.
Fortunately, such accidents were very unlikely to happen to an experienced adventurer, and before long, Fischl made it up safely.
Li Qiuzhi went next. When he had climbed almost to the top, Fischl, who was already above, extended her fair hand toward him.
Without hesitation.
Li Qiuzhi took her hand and was easily pulled up.
But perhaps Fischl had used too much