Nian Shutong sat on the small boat, looking at the Tan Water below, deep and bottomless, at least dozens of meters high from the cave entrance, with only some splashes caused by the falling underground water.
"Master?"
"Go down."
There was simply no other way, only to go down.
"But—your injury."
"This little injury is nothing, I can still fight another battle." Nian Shutong reassured the worried Daodao, "Daodao, we have faced more dangerous situations, why be so cautious, plus there's no other path ahead."
Daodao was not unaware, but since they reached the interstellar space, they hadn't fought like this in a long time and didn't want Nian Shutong to get hurt.
"Master, sit tight, Daodao will weave a basket to take you down."
"Alright."
Nian Shutong had already begun regulating her breath. She was injured, but still able to fight.
Just as Daodao began weaving, Fu Yunhe's Spiritual Body passed through the walls, following the river, and caught up.
