"What should we do? Should we continue climbing? Even if we reach the summit, it might be shrouded in mist and we won't be able to see clearly. How are we supposed to find anything?" Lu Yi's words were very reasonable. Even the townsfolk, as fervent as they were about eternal youth, were beginning to reconsider in the face of their harsh reality.
Seeing everyone hesitating, Du Changhui complained, "Climbing this mountain peak was your idea, Gu Fan. Are you suggesting we just give up now?"
Though he sensed the accusation in the remark, Gu Fan was unfazed: "Yes, it was my suggestion, but everyone agreed to it. Besides, do you have a better idea? If not, keep your criticisms to yourself. It's easy to blame others when you have no solutions of your own."
Du Changhui was infuriated by this retort and made a mental note of the ordeal.