Wei Kaiyun and the others were sweating profusely but didn't dare to stop. One reason was fear of catching a cold, the second was that it wasn't safe on the mountain.
Han Xiangjun couldn't laugh this time. "So many? If I had known earlier, just two would have been enough."
Old Yang watched as beads of sweat dripped from the young master's brow. He felt it served him right; he's the one who organized everything and now he's complaining.
They weren't fast; in over an hour, they had only descended a hundred meters. If it were uphill, they probably wouldn't be able to move at all.
"When will they arrive?"
"Just keep working. Even if they don't come, we can't just leave these wild boars here, can we? Would you be willing?" Old Yang truly found Han Xiangjun too talkative.
Another hour passed before twelve people made their way up the mountain.
No excessive rests for everyone. One boar each was actually quite manageable.
