The four of them climbed down the edge of the basin bit by bit—the slope was nearly sixty degrees, and with many juice-rich weeds growing on the slope, a few more steps and their boot soles would be covered in slippery sap... Despite the fisherman's specific warning, Shino still slipped several times. Fortunately, he was tied to a safety rope, otherwise, he feared he'd be the first to reach the bottom of the slope among the four.
Sun Hang had never revealed his ability with mycelium to these teammates he'd just met less than a day ago; he still retained a bit of caution towards them.
"Phew, finally down," the fisherman wiped the sweat off his forehead. "I only now realize how great it feels to have both feet on solid, level ground."
"Not too bad, the Guards Corps has this kind of cross-country training every now and then," Huangfu Sha said. "Climbing steep slopes in heavy rain or night swamp crossing... I feel like this difficulty is pretty low already."
