"Quick, help me up." Yao Shunyu tried to stand, trembling, but his legs wouldn't support him. "My legs... they're numb."
Li Bai helped Yao Shunyu to his feet, and the two hurried back, eager to get away from this place.
This time, the dense cluster of desolate graves behind them had vanished, too. The path they'd taken to get there lay beneath their feet, as if nothing had changed.
As they walked, Li Bai looked curiously at Yao Shunyu. "We really owe you one this time. Otherwise, we might both have died here."
Yao Shunyu grinned and corrected her. "Not both of us. Just one. You know the rules of the Fate-Choosing Ceremony: one person staying behind is enough to complete a task."
"If one of us had to die, I think it would've been me. With your experience, you'd definitely have found a way to keep fighting."
Li Bai was far more skilled than he was in the arts of yin and yang. Their survival this time had been entirely thanks to their teamwork, and Yao Shunyu understood that perfectly.
"By the way, how are you so good at throwing stones? I never heard you mention it before." That was what Li Bai was really curious about. She didn't know much about Yao Shunyu's past. Everyone had their secrets, and she had hers; naturally, Yao Shunyu had his, too.
Yao Shunyu limped along without dodging the question. "It's nothing special. I grew up back home, where there was a huge grassland. Whenever I had free time, I'd take the family's sheep out to graze. You had to use stones to mark off the grazing area, and after a while, I got good at it."
"I could even hit the stubborn head ram with a stone. Three stones, and it