Such complex terrain.
Liang Qu reined in his breath and focused, looking around.
Under the night sky, the surroundings were filled with countless low mountains, none higher than a hundred yards. Climbing over one led to another, with no obvious way out.
All the low mountains were divided by rivers of uneven widths, with the water covering as much area as the land.
No wonder it was said that even a fish would get lost upon entering; such labyrinthine terrain was indeed an excellent choice for hiding.
If only it had rained.
How nice it would have been if it had rained.
Liang Qu found himself missing the recently ended plum rain season.
Even without sunlight, it gave a sense of safety.
Mysterious mountain shadows loomed.
Broad-bellied boats trailed ripples on the river, their long oars beating left and right underwater, making hardly any noise at all.
