"Boom!"
The thunder roared incessantly from the sky, scaring Lin Qingxue's delicate face pale. Seeing this, Hao Jian hurriedly gathered all the bows and arrows, then grabbed Lin Qingxue's small hand and dashed towards the mountain path.
"We need to hurry. If it starts raining, the mountain path will become difficult to traverse, and we might end up trapped in the mountains!"
This mountain was not designed for tourism; these paths were gradually made by the Zhang Family Village's people. They're just dirt roads, and once it rains, they might instantly become muddy. Walking such roads in the mountains would be the hardest.
Currently, they were about seven to eight hundred meters up in the mountains. If it rained and the path became muddy, it could really be dangerous.
