The withered branches swayed gently with the current, as if whispering the ancient tales of this subterranean world.
"Brother Liang, if we drift along this underground river, we might just find a way out," He Chenguang said. He stared at the pitch-black surface of the water, his eyes reflecting both a desperate hope for survival and a flicker of fear for the unknown. He knew this was a gamble, but they had no other choice; it was like clutching the only piece of driftwood in the vast, unforgiving ocean.
Liang Song nodded, his expression grave and his brow furrowed, every wrinkle seemingly etched with worry. "At this point, we have no choice but to gamble. Hold on to whatever you can, and whatever you do, don't let go." His voice was low and firm, imbuing He Chenguang with an invisible strength.
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