Lin Chuan's throat was burning with thirst, but he had no time to care about that. Enduring the fishy stench, he drank a few mouthfuls of snake blood, which made him feel somewhat better.
After a brief rest, Lin Chuan picked up his long saber and proceeded with extreme caution. The area was entirely composed of rotting dead leaves and mud bogs; once a person accidentally stepped into them, big trouble would follow.
He moved very slowly, treading on thin ice. The miasma at the bottom of a cliff where no one had set foot for years was a minor concern—his real fear was encountering some kind of mutated creature.
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