By the deep pit, the three of them discussed how to get down, as they didn't have the agility of Father Xia, who defied Newton's laws.
According to the box, Father Xia just went down hand by hand and foot by foot, making a "papapa" sound.
"Huh? The box usually learns well, doesn't it? Why is its ability to express so poor?" Yun Ting complained.
"Ahem, don't worry about these details." While they were busy figuring it out, Li Changhe's eyes went to the distant fire.
He took out his strong bow and kept an eye on the nearby woods, alert for any savages who might appear.
The rain came quickly and dissipated just as quickly, seeming to wash away the bloody carnage on the island.
When the moonlight shone on the entire forest, the view from the rock wall of the deep pit was only of distant large and small fires flickering dimly against the island. Everything seemed so peaceful.