During his leisure time, Xu Lang returned to the Caiyun Inn and asked Kongque to help carry the remaining wild boar meat. By the time he returned, a bamboo raft, lashed together from eight bamboo poles as thick as human thighs, was already floating on the river. In the distance, the faint rumble of thunder echoed across the sky.
"We must leave immediately. The mountain weather is unpredictable; it will be troublesome if we run into a rainstorm," Shirley Yang warned. The four of them quickly pushed off, steering the raft toward the tunnel grotto.
The river was little more than a deep mountain stream. Hu Bayi tested the depth with a bamboo pole; it was barely over a fathom deep. The current was steady but swift.
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