Only by this time did Lin Wu remember to check the time—it was only 9 PM. Damn it, how was he going to get through this endless long night? His mind drifted, and as he went downhill, he slipped. Relying on his agile reflexes, Lin Wu grabbed a tree trunk with his left hand and executed a backflip landing right where he was. Wow! Wasn't that cool?
He looked around and didn't see Maya, so he said to the sidekick beside him, "Nod."
Wai immediately nodded, and Lin Wu, relieved, picked up Wai: "At least you know what's good."
Upon returning to the vicinity of the tent, the stream had noticeably risen. Lin Wu said to Maya, who was tending to the smokehouse, "You go and rest in the tent for a bit."
Maya didn't respond but came over to Lin Wu, watching the stream, and asked, "Is it very difficult?"
"It's okay," Lin Wu said. "Just a bit irritable."
Maya replied, "Take it as a form of practice. If we're not afraid of death, what else is there to fear?"
"Easy for you to say!"
