The rumbling outside went on without stopping. When it finally died away, the silence was terrifying.
Wenlong probed with his spiritual sense and felt air circulating. Only then did he feel completely reassured.
As long as there was air, things would be manageable. It meant this place had not been sealed off; there was still an entrance or exit somewhere.
He scanned the surroundings again with his spiritual sense and discovered Small Creek. Water flowed down from somewhere overhead and continued outward, though he had no idea where it led.
Finding nothing else nearby, he could only head forward. Suddenly, he spotted fish in Small Creek—a kind he had never seen before.
Could they be giant salamanders? he wondered. Yet the more he looked, the less they resembled them.
"Little Sun, there are fish in Small Creek. Catch some so we can roast them," Wenlong instructed the little monkey.
Hearing there were fish to eat, the little monkey immediately sprang into action. Wenlong even thoughtfully brought out some glowing stones.
These were the very stones he had taken from the little monkey's cave. At last, they were proving useful.
Suddenly, the little monkey cried out, "Ow! This water is too cold! No, I can't catch fish in this!"
Wenlong scolded him angrily. "That brain of yours really doesn't work very well, does it? Didn't I give you a big saber? And you have your staff too. Why aren't you using them?"
Little White and Little Black laughed beside them. "The little monkey is used to using his claws."
The little monkey grinned foolishly. He could not afford to offend anyone here. Every one of them was far stronger than he was.
Wenlong ignored them and took out some firewood. He had prepared it beforehand, knowing full well this was no