In the gorge's river channel, roughly twenty feet wide, the water suddenly churned as though startled awake, and two heads surfaced one after the other.
The soaking-wet Wu Jinliang shouted, "Chuntian, there's something in the water!"
He needed no warning. Shi Chun had already leaped out of the water and onto the cliff face. Clinging to the rock, he looked up. There were things not only in the water but on the banks, too. Two rows of people occupied either side of the river, staring at them as though they were idiots.
Almost everyone wore the same chestnut-brown uniform. One glance told him they were all from Mount Wukang.
Wu Jinliang climbed onto the cliff face after him, looked up, and was likewise struck speechless.
Back in the Land of Exile, there had been little difference between everyone's cultivation. At worst, they could stake their lives on fighting their way out. Here, there was no staking their lives-only throwing them away.
With a splash, the heads of two giant pythons emerged from the water as well. Their greedy eyes fixed on the two little fellows clinging to the rock, while their enormous, dark bodies shifted beneath the surface.
More people kept arriving on both banks, lining up to watch the two men in uniforms marked "laborer" clinging to the cliff. Among them were Duan You and Zou Xingbao, both furious and exasperated.
Dripping water as they clung to the rock, the two men felt rather numb at the sight. What kind of golden opportunity to escape was this? Both realized they might have misunderstood something.
"The Sect Master is still waiting for a report," someone ordered.
A group of Mount Wukang disciples at the Advanced Martial realm immediately leaped down.
Faced with such a ferocious enemy, a wise man would