Chapter 189: Fur (2)
We were supposed to travel directly from Yunnan to Qinghai through Xizang, but that route was impossible.
To the north of the Tengchong Volcano, where we had been, lay towering mountain ranges and high-altitude terrain stretching endlessly. Some peaks remained snow-capped even in summer. That mountain, called Yulong Snow Mountain in my past life—some referred to it as the “Alps of the East”—was also located somewhere in this vicinity.
Though my children were indeed mystical beings, they would likely struggle to endure such extreme cold, so we had no choice but to alter our course. Even the reinforcements from the Beast Palace hadn’t considered this route. The mountains were far too treacherous, making passage impossible.
For this reason, we boarded our ship once more and followed the Yangtze River upstream, then turned onto one of its tributaries, the Yalong River. Since the Yalong River originated in Qinghai, traveling upstream along it would eventually bring us to our destination.
Thus, ten days passed as we traveled along the Yangtze and its largest tributary, the Yalong River. As we ascended the river, approaching the border between Qinghai and Sichuan, something occurred.
—Rumble.
The water from the upper reaches, thick with mud and foam, crashed against the side of the boat, its current growing increasingly fierce. Yet, miraculously, the boat continued to advance, even if only little by little.
However, not long after, the slow but steady progress came to an abrupt halt.
The water flowing from upstream was far too violent. No matter what we tried, the boat refused to move forward any further.
The boatman, who had been observing the upper reaches beyond the deck, suddenly shouted.
“So-ryong! Could you check on the tow crew?”
“Understood!”