They blocked the way down the mountain, retreating meant unknown dangers of the deep mountains, going forward was hell.
Zhao Kang found that his palms were full of sweat.
It wasn't just him, in the silent standoff, everyone was dripping with cold sweat.
Su Shu silently drew close to Tang Zelin, subconsciously feeling as if the closer she was to him, the safer she felt.
But, Tang Zelin felt uncomfortable.
That softness pressing against his back somehow made him feel even more uneasy.
Intimate yet unfamiliar, Tang Zelin saw that Zhao Kang and his warriors seemed to have come to an agreement, his eyes grew deep, his mind made up.
Stealthily, he searched for a small, sharp piece of broken stone from the ground and clutched it in his palm.
If the snake swarm got out of control, he could perhaps try one last method.
Su Shu saw all his slight movements, and her brows furrowed, a question mark flashing across her mind, wondering why he held a piece of broken stone in his palm.
