The night path was difficult to navigate.
Wen Zhi had no other lighting equipment and could only use the flashlight on her phone to illuminate the path.
She was familiar with the path behind the mountain, managing not to stumble as she walked half of it before she stopped to shout twice. Receiving no response, she continued her way toward Feiquan Waterfall.
Shouts from Chen Jinhai came from behind her.
Wen Zhi ignored them and continued on the predetermined path, though she had sprained her ankle that day. It wasn't serious, but it was slightly painful, slowing her pace.
Upon reaching the vicinity of Feiquan Waterfall, she could hear the rushing water. The view would have been stunning during the day, but at night, with limited visibility, it felt particularly noisy and oppressive.
"Shang Hexing, are you still here?"
"Shang Hexing?"
There was no response to her calls.
Wen Zhi took a deep breath when her phone vibrated, indicating low battery.
