บท 1794: Last day (8)

Feng Zhehao moved forward carefully.

Based on last year's experience, he was very sure that under the circumstance where his sense of touch had completely disappeared, it was very difficult for him to be sure if he made the right judgement if he had stepped on the stone as the sounds which entered his ears were no different from what he usually heard.

If he was slightly careless, he would not be able to react completely when he fell.

He must put on hundred and twenty percent attention into this.

Everyone at the foot of the mountain raised their necks looking up at him, watching him make forward steps one by one, mounting to a height which no one else had ever been through.

Not too long later, Feng Zhehao reached the height which he had achieved last year, which was the number one highest record in the current Cloud Mounting Chart.