They arrived at the foot of the mountain. The vine hadn't been pulled up; it was hanging there, swaying in the wind.
Unlike Abu, who only had one of these vines.
Tang Mo lifted her eyes and looked up. There were many such vines hanging on the mountain, and every single one looked the same as Abu's.
Tang Mo had long been aware that the tribe had meticulously prepared for this ascent.
And Abu was just one part of their elaborate plan.
'Perhaps they planned to use them again on the way down and were too lazy to pull them up.'
This made things much more convenient for Tang Mo and her group.
There were eleven of them in total, including Tang Mo. Without a word, they grabbed the vines and began to climb. They scaled the cliff face as if it were level ground, not even stopping at the midway resting cave, and reached the summit in one go.
