She had crossed one mountain after another, barefoot, her feet blistered and bleeding, yet she still did not feel the pain.
Her only thought was to hurry back to the village to bring help.
The weather was freezing.
Although the exit only had a flat gap of one meter leading outward to that cave, which third brother could not get through because it was more than two meters underwater,
she feared the villagers would not be willing to take to the water so easily in such cold weather.
She had already hidden the silver notes and coins carefully.
She believed that even on the coldest of nights, the promise of a good reward would surely entice someone brave with good swimming ability.
