Smack!
With one final pull, Chu Han used the last of his strength to haul his entire body up. This time, he lay on the ground, panting heavily and gulping down air.
Wang Cai, on the other hand, had stayed safely in Chu Han's pocket the entire time. Still, having once been thrown downstairs by Chu Han, it had remained extremely obedient and silent throughout the climb.
"Wang Cai, water." The moment Chu Han was finally able to speak, those were his first words.
"Hehe!" Wang Cai hurriedly handed him some water. "You worked hard, you worked hard."
"Wang Cai, meat." After drinking, Chu Han still lay on the ground with his mouth open, waiting for Wang Cai to put food into it.
Wang Cai glanced at the area beside them, which was nothing but a cliff. No matter how unwilling it was, it remained utterly servile and did whatever Chu Han told it to do.
By the time Chu Han had drunk his fill, eaten his fill, and rested enough, it was already late at night. Without lingering, Chu Han got up and headed toward what was clearly the exit.
"Aren't we going back to look for anything else?" Wang Cai kept looking behind them, somewhat unwilling to leave.
Chu Han shook his head. "Didn't you notice that all the passages in Yang Valley are one-way? Whether it's the entrance or the Eight Gates Tomb, there's no such thing as going back the way we came."
Wang Cai froze. "So the path behind us may look like a path, but we can't actually walk it?"
Chu Han nodded. "It should be based on the same principle as the moving ground puzzle. What an enormous undertaking—truly masterful craftsmanship!"
"Then that's such a pity. Doesn't that mean we missed a lot