Water droplets incessantly dripped from the cavern ceiling, slowly creeping forward with the help of the terrain and converging into a tiny stream.
At this moment, the little stream was quite weak and somewhat timid. It cautiously snaked forward, slowly growing stronger as more tributaries joined it, and its courage grew as it became larger in size.
It had become arrogant.
The little stream boldly knocked away a few small grains of sand in its path and even 'caught' a tiny insect with numerous legs, carrying it along with it as it continued on its course.
"Move out of my way!" The little stream raised its head with conceit, with its hands on its waist, shouting, "Hmph, I am quite powerful! Be careful, lest I knock you all down and drench you all! Getting soaked in clothing can give you a cold, are you scared now?"
It strode forward in leaps and bounds, plunging into a narrow trench carved out by the hands of nature.
