"Are you going to give up?"
On the cliff, Wu Song looked at the others, his eyes flickering uncertainly.
From this height, he felt that even if it were himself, he wouldn't survive the fall.
The rest, upon hearing this, all paused, their faces full of hesitation.
To be honest, they didn't know whether they should keep going. Looking up, they could see the summit was still far away, and they weren't sure if their stamina could last.
This was different from being below. Down there, they could rest when exhausted, even if the fatigue remained, at least they could catch their breath.
But now, up here, they couldn't even catch a breath.
If they fell, it was very likely they'd truly die here.
Thinking this, their expressions grew more troubled, and their hearts more hesitant, unsure whether to continue.
"No, I better give up. The Xianxia Dungeon is indeed precious and important, but comparatively, I cherish my own life more."
