The next day, the sun rose and expelled the coldness of the mountain. Only now did Zhao Jiuge see the scene at the end of the chain. The sun was at the edge like an egg yolk and the large, green trees had a shade of golden light around them.

The cold, white mist gradually thinned, and the rise in temperature caused dew to form on the flowers and trees. This added a sense of liveliness to the mountain.

After waiting for a night, dozens of people had arrived. Those that should have come were here and those that didn’t have the courage wouldn’t be coming. At this moment, the young boys and girls were like eggplants that had a layer of frost form on them overnight.

They no longer had the momentum they had before and were all in a gloomy mood as they thought about the people that had fallen off the cliff. Even someone as arrogant as Bai Zimo was depressed as he understood how fragile life was.

Zhao Jiuge inhaled the fresh, mountain air and tried to change his depressed mood. He took a deep breath and then let it all...