Feng Jiu and her friends nodded. They watched him walking back to his mercenary team. They turned their eyes and saw that same group of fierce cultivators were still staring at them. Feng Jiu's lips curved up and moved her sight away from them.
"Do you have any ideas?" Feng Jiu turned around and looked at Duan Ye and others.
Luo Fei took a deep breath and answered Feng Jiu, "Just now, I observed that a stream of air came up from the bottom of the abyss every now and then. If we lift our vital energy to cross, we'll get sucked down by the airflow. If that doesn't happen, we will still fall down due to our internal energy breath having been disturbed by the airflow, making us unstable. We'd better attach a rope at the two ends of the cliff. Passing the abyss on a rope should be the best way. "
"So, how does this rope reach the mountain a hundred meters away?" Ning Lang scratched his head.
