As the flood continued to rise, the cliffs on the sides began to break apart, making everyone's knees weak in fear.
"This won't do, we have to continue climbing upwards," Zhou Qing proposed. Because of the strong destructive power of the flood, no one could guarantee that the current place they were standing would remain stable.
"But, Zhou Ge, the path ends here."
"Then, throw away any unnecessary items and let's climb up," Xia Hanmo instructed. This side of the mountain was obviously safer because the rocks were more stable and the woods were lusher.
After hearing what Xia Hanmo said, everyone decisively threw their beloved items on the floor. Because, at a time like this, nothing was more important than their own lives.
Xia Hanmo then gathered some straw, weaved them into a strong rope and tied the girls together. This way, they could look after each other.
"Hanmo, thank you. We are honestly thankful."
