Breakfast was the leftover jerky from the previous night. After slightly heating it up, they ate their fill, extinguished the fire, and continued walking down the mountain, leaning on their wooden staffs.
This time the path was relatively smooth, yet it still took them three to five days to find a way through, after countless tremors had altered the so-called path out of the mountains.
On the way down they encountered a water pool, and Shui Yixuan excitedly jumped in. His whole body was muddy, sweaty, and mixed with dirt and blood, creating a scent he'd long found unbearable. Seeing the water pool, how could he not be excited? During these days their only drink had been dew collected from leaves - the harder it was to come by, the more they'd appreciated the pool's water.
