Shen Ye put away the motorcycle.
Xiao Mengyu did not spare the ring on his hand another glance, as though she were used to it.
The two got their bearings and hurried toward the stream, holding up the Candle Flame.
A few minutes later.
By the stream.
Two people and a sword stood there at a loss.
There were no broken remains of any statue here.
The earlier rain had swollen the stream until it was almost a rushing river.
Standing on the bank, they could see nothing but rapids and rocks.
The wind howled more fiercely between heaven and earth.
It seemed something really was coming.
"No good. There aren't any clues at all. Let's find a Shelter right away," Shen Ye said quickly, watching the stream.
Xiao Mengyu fixed him with a piercing gaze.
"Stop lying. Do whatever you want to do. At a time like this, you need to follow your instincts instead of treating me as a burden."
Shen Ye sighed.
He had only felt the faintest sensation and found himself reluctant to look away from the stream, yet she had noticed immediately.
Then he had to hurry!
He spread his arms and plunged into the stream with a splash, instantly swept away by the rapids.
Xiao Mengyu leaped from rock to rock, following him all the way.
One underwater and the other above it, they gradually traveled farther down the stream.
Their surroundings grew increasingly dim.
Black currents of air blew in, swept across the stream, and stirred up countless fallen leaves in the woods, like a dense flock of startled birds.
An anxious look crossed Xiao Mengyu's face.
Several minutes had already passed.
However capable he was, he was still only a fifteen-year-old ordinary human and could not stay underwater for long.
Not to