Bi Fang climbed steadily upward, terrifyingly stable as if he were not a human, but truly a mountain-climbing machine.
Apart from the sound of the wind, the live stream room was filled only with his deep and rapid breathing.
The audience trembled, their mouths agape, their lungs involuntarily expanding with each breath, again and again.
Gazing at the nearly vertical Mount Everest on screen, Rob was covered in cold sweat; all his strength and courage drained away with it. He couldn't stand, couldn't move; the only thing active was his brain.
If possible, he truly wished he could fly to Mount Everest right now, pry open Bi Fang's skull, and see if the emotion "fear" even existed within, or if he remained within the biological category of "humans."
Fear? Bi Fang didn't know, maybe he did, maybe he didn't.