At base camp, the arguments among the group continued, gradually reaching a fever pitch.
From time to time, individuals descended the mountain to join the dispute, while association members ascended to maintain basic order. For a moment, the entire base camp seemed to be engulfed in chaos. If not for the high-altitude hypoxia, which caused heavy breathing from the slightest exertion, Bi Fang suspected that a fight would have already broken out.
"For these people, tens of thousands of Ugly Knives is just pocket change, isn't it?"
"The richer they are, the stingier they get."
"I looked it up, and Mount Everest has been closed several times in recent years, not just this once. Does the association do this every year?"