"...Sorry."
"You're welcome."
Hearing his infuriating "you're welcome," the female crown stomped her foot fiercely, thinking, you little Golden Boy, just you wait.
The discussions among the female cultivators grew louder, finally causing Zhao Tong to speak up and stop them, warning everyone to not be careless — this was no Cave Heaven Blessed Land.
The voices gradually faded, leaving only the sounds of footsteps and breathing, with occasional pops and crackles from embers.
And after an indeterminate amount of time, amidst these monotonous sounds, there was an abrupt intrusion of "rushing" sounds, coming from afar and reverberating closer.
"There's an underground river," someone remarked incessantly.
It was an underground river, its currents rapid, at least several zhang wide. A steep slope appeared ahead, with the underground river flowing downward. A slight misstep could lead to being shattered to pieces in the torrent.
