The rocks on the waterfall had been eroded by the water day after day and had long since become incredibly smooth. Even with tools, it was difficult to use them, let alone climb them with bare hands. Not to mention the resistance of the water pouring down from such a great height.
However, the young man in black still had enough strength to put one hand behind his back. He stepped on a smooth stone and used the force to pull himself up. Without even looking, he pressed his hand against the cliff behind the waterfall. Then, tensing all his muscles, he crunched his abdomen and flipped up.
Half an incense stick later, the young man in black, having climbed upstream to the top of the waterfall, wiped the water from his face with a look of great satisfaction. He casually twirled his soaked hair around his neck, blew a sharp warning whistle, and then relaxed his strength, letting himself be swept down with the current like a slide.
The young man in blue, who had been sitting cross-legged in meditation, opened his eyes at the sound of the whistle and, without hesitation, dodged and landed on the shore. Just as he found his balance, the young man in black was about to fall to the bottom of the pool with the waterfall, his head about to hit the rock where the young man in blue had been sitting.
Faced with this situation, neither of them panicked at all. The young man in black even had time to smile at the young man in blue on the shore. Then he raised his right hand and slapped the water, creating a splash more than one person high. He used the force to bounce back and land next to the young man in blue.
At the feet of the two men, a piece of incense stick was quietly burning, with a section as long as an adult's finger joint left unburned.
The young man in black twisted his sleeves, and a small stream of water dripped down, extinguishing the incense sticks. His face still smug, he turned around and glanced at the young man in blue with a smile, "Qianling, what do you think?"
The young man known as Qianling had a calm expression in his eyes. His aura was as steady as a mountain rock, as tranquil as a midnight forest, almost like a spirit in the wilds. However, as soon as he heard the black-clothed young man speak, a smile slowly crept into his eyes, and his expression suddenly became lively and friendly.
"I don't think it's that good." Han Qianling raised his eyebrows and said, "You can climb to the top of the waterfall without using your true energy in an incense stick. I should be happy, but why did you go down the river and hit me in the end?"
"I was so overjoyed that I couldn't control myself. I was so excited that my body sank and I fell down involuntarily. Alas, Qianling, how could you be so unkind that you didn't even help me up when I fell." Luo Jiujiang brushed off the corner of his clothes and turned the tables.
Han Qianling knew Luo Jiujiang's ability to lie openly, so he didn't bother to dwell on the topic. He pulled out a set of clothes from his waist storage bag to change into his already soaked robes, and asked, "From two hands to one, are you going to use only your feet next time?"
"I'm afraid this is still a bit difficult." Luo Jiujiang said with a smile: "If I really want to increase the difficulty, I might as well carry something heavy on my back, such as the stone lion at the gate of my Luo family, the bronze tripod used for sacrifice in the ancestral hall, or you, Qianling."
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Thanks to Kuanfen for the mine x1
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