Shen Ye put away his motorcycle.
——Xiao Mengyu, on the other hand, did not pay much attention to the ring in his hand, as if it were commonplace.
The two of them determined their direction and, holding the Candlelight Flame, quickly approached the direction of the stream.
A few minutes later.
By the creek.
The two stood bewildered.
——There were no statues or remains to be seen.
Because of the rain earlier, the stream had swollen, almost forming a fast-flowing river.
Standing on the shore and looking out, there was nothing but rapids and rocks as far as the eye could see.
The sound of the wind between heaven and earth grew stronger.
It seemed as though something was truly about to arrive.
"No good, there's absolutely no clue; we must find shelter immediately," Shen Ye said sharply, looking at the stream.
Xiao Mengyu stared at him with a burning gaze:
"Don't lie, do whatever you want to do. In times like these, you need to follow your intuition, not treat me as a burden."