"Brother Song, but it's all flooded below. Can the horses still walk..." Song Ping'an pointed to the surging floodwaters down the slope.
Let alone seizing the opportunity, the two of them were now trapped on this slope, even eating and sleeping had become problematic.
The excitement in Song Changming's heart finally settled down, and he frowned as he looked at the floodwaters below.
If it were a martial artist skilled in water, wading through these blocking floodwaters wouldn't be much of a problem.
The problem is that Song Changming has a fear of water constitution, innately inept in water, which posed a difficulty for him.
"Then let's wait a little longer." Song Changming said helplessly, having to wait for the tide to recede some more.
The heavy rain above had already stopped, so the flood should recede quickly too.
Looking at his clothes, already soaked through, he felt thoroughly uncomfortable, wishing he had brought a raincoat and bamboo umbrella.
