Lingering on the flying swallowtail butterflies, Calamity pitied: "If only I could shoot this!"
Williams sneered, "How can you be so cruel to shoot them? Hurry up to look for the spiritual herbs." With this, he began to walk up the hill.
Calamity called him, "the spiritual herbs grow on wet rocks. We are not going to walk along the mountain road, and let's climb up from here!" She pointed to the rocky road beside the stream. In fact, it was high piles of rocks that meandered down from the top of the mountain, forming a wet black and yellow road.
"Climbing? Can you do it? "Williams looked at her coldly and contemptuously, "You can't even climb for 30 meters, let along climb to the top of the mountain."
Calamity didn't dispute but wrapped the package around his back and leaped over, then she turned back, "Facts speak louder than words. Let's go!" Then she began to climb with bare hands.