"Dr. Li, hold on to the rope!" Old Yang shouted from above.
Li Xu took a deep breath, grabbed the rope, planted his feet against the rock face, and began to lower himself, step by step.
The mountain wind howled, making his clothes whip and snap.
But the distance wasn't too great.
Just over ten meters.
A few minutes later,
he felt solid ground beneath his feet.
He'd reached the platform.
Li Xu didn't untie the rope from around his waist.
Below him was a hundred-meter drop, a dizzying sight.
Only the rope gave him any sense of security.
Li Xu's gaze swept over the platform.
The platform wasn't large, just over ten meters across.
Near the cliff face, there was some loose rock and soil that had collected in a spot sheltered from the wind.
Nestled in the rock crevices, he could faintly make out several plants with palm-shaped leaves—wild Aconite!
