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Bi Fang wrapped a torch around his forearm to secure it and tied a strip of animal skin around his forehead. He also made a second torch and inserted it into a crevice between the rocks to provide light.

Once everything was ready, Bi Fang began to climb down the rock wall beside the circular platform.

Harley stood at the edge of the platform, peered out, and made a few swiping gestures downward with his forelimbs, but ultimately he retracted his claws and paced on the platform.

Since entering the mine, the unique environment had left little room for the leopard to be of any use, so Harley's presence was hardly felt.

Watching Bi Fang get further away, Harley called out a few times. Seeing no response, he could only lie down helplessly on the ground within the circle of light, waiting for Bi Fang to come up on his own.

"Whew."

As he breathed, the air flowed into his lungs and spread to his limbs and body.