As the waters of the dark river lapped at the soles of Pi Yanlin’s boots, he was tilting his head, counting the stalactites on the cavern ceiling.
Gu Qinghuan used the tip of her blade to brush aside the hanging vines, then turned back abruptly. "What are you dazing off for? There’s a mechanism ahead."
"What’s the rush?" Pi Yanlin scooped up a pebble and tossed it toward a dark shoal on the left.
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