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The riverbed cavern was a clutter of jumbled rocks.
As the terrain gradually descended, the surrounding space became oddly more spacious.
The originally disorderly river stones on both sides also started to show signs of being neatly cut, slowly revealing traces of man-made work.
Ling Yunpo moved forward cautiously, the Green Duckweed Sword swaying slowly above his head, taut as a spring ready to shoot out at the slightest disturbance.
Of course, he hoped there wouldn't be any disturbances, so he could hold Senior Sister An's hand a little longer.
But it seemed the river spirits and water monsters didn't understand the concept of spoiling the mood. After about ten minutes of walk, shadows suddenly darted out from cracks in the corner rocks like green lightnings.
However, the Frostfall Sword was faster, striking before the enemies could, nailing one to the rock wall.