At the edge of Duan Hun Cliff, the mist was dense, and the cold was bone-chilling.
In this place where people hardly ever came, a sturdy figure, aided by ropes, slowly descended from Duan Hun Cliff.
"Is this Duan Hun Cliff really this deep?"
Nearly two hours later, Qin Tian still hadn't reached the bottom of the cliff.
And he had already used six ropes, totaling over a hundred meters!
The further he went down, the colder the air became. However, since Qin Tian had decided to explore below, he was not prepared to give up halfway. He continued to pull out more rope from his storage bag to increase the length. Two hours later, the length of the rope had reached over one hundred and eighty meters!
"Hmm?"
When the eleventh rope was used up, Qin Tian looked down and finally saw a trace of green amidst the fog—
It was a pine tree!
He had reached the bottom!
Seeing the tree, Qin Tian finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of liberation.
