It was late morning, and the sun was scorching the earth, yet it couldn't penetrate the dense mist of Ten Thousand Waterfalls Valley. With the deafening roar and the icy dampness, Mountain Eagle woke up freezing after barely half an hour of sleep. Unable to doze off again, he endured dizziness, piercing pain, and hunger, gritting his teeth in silence. He noticed small stones sliding down from the cliff above, guessing that Luo Zheng had descended. He couldn't help but look up.
Before long, a figure appeared at the top of the gorge—it was Luo Zheng. Lan Xue held the rope firmly, helping Luo Zheng down, and asked with concern, "Are you okay? Is your cold serious?"
"It's not a big issue, I can manage. Are you alright?" Luo Zheng replied, looking at Mountain Eagle.
"It's no problem, I can handle it. What's the plan next?" Mountain Eagle asked, puffing his chest with a hint of bravado.
