Moreover, just a couple of days ago, he had seen this very same type of grass—except back then, all of it had been dried and withered.
Yes, Kim Haru swore if he shrank this giant grass in front of him, then shrank it again, it would look exactly like the withered pasture grass on the Biryong Plains.
Was this… a King of Grass?
Jo Sungmo and his group had already been waiting at the edge of the cliff for more than four days.
During the past three days, they had tried all sorts of methods, but no matter what they did, they couldn't reach the bottom of the cliff.
In the end, they were covered in wounds and looked utterly miserable.
Yet, despite their injuries, not a single person suggested giving up.
How could they give up?!
Unless they found Mr. Kim, they absolutely could not abandon their search!
Even if… even if Mr. Kim was truly already gone… they still had to find his body!
"I've rested enough. Give me the rope."