It's easy to come down the chimney, but going up requires twice the effort of coming down. Hua Qingyi wanted to complain, he really wanted to complain, because if it were him, he would have gone out the front rather than climb this thing.
"Are you sure we won't get a gun pointed at our heads when we go out from above?" Hua Qingyi asked quietly from below Xiao Lin.
"Even if someone points a gun, it'll be at me."
Anything is possible, Xiao Lin couldn't give Hua Qingyi the most reliable answer. The heat slowly emanating from below due to the fire made it hard to bear, prompting Xiao Lin to hasten his steps upward. The closer he got to the top, the Silver Needle in his hand broke into three sections.
