Because they were so close to the river, the sound of the rapids demanded full attention, so she focused even more on each step, carefully ensuring she didn't fall from the uneven rocks.
There was no riverbank, at least not the kind most people think of. On both sides of the river were only rocks, all shapes and sizes, large and small, round and pointed.
Some were as stable as Mount Tai, while others would roll at a single step. Some were very slippery, and the most dangerous were both slippery and rolling.
Before she took each step on the rocks, she made sure to grab hold with at least one hand before daring to shift her weight. As you can imagine, their progress was very slow.
Liu Yun and she held each other's hands tightly, making their way as they had last time; this was just another experience.
A cold fog blew over, and within seconds, clouds enveloped the mountains, reducing visibility to zero.
