Chapter 612: Corpse With Severed Arm
In Xijiang, a land of desolation and wilderness...
Treacherous mountains and perilous waters abounded. Sheer cliffs were everywhere, poisonous mists appeared frequently, and fierce beasts and venomous insects lived side by side.
Even when the occasional mountain path wound its way through, it was invariably filled with danger and hardship.
Despite these perils, Xijiang held a strange, secluded beauty. There were bizarre peaks and jagged rocks, cascading waterfalls and bubbling springs, overlapping ridges and rising crags, with landscapes shifting in endless variety.
This place was not devoid of human presence.
On the contrary, many mortals lived in Xijiang. They were natives whose ancestors had dwelled there for generations. Most of them lived in fortified villages, well-versed in martial arts and the art of insect control, surviving by navigating the gaps between deadly threats.
Splash...
A narrow river flowed between the cliffs. The waterway was not wide, but its current was swift. Where the water struck the rocky banks, it sent up sprays of white foam.
Like most rivers in Xijiang, this one followed a winding, erratic course.
It was often blocked by rocks and cliff walls. In places where the flow was obstructed, small whirlpools formed, gathering clumps of broken branches, tangled weeds, and fallen leaves that piled up over time.
Some sections even had thick logs lying across them, covered in scars and damage, clearly the remnants of trees that had snapped and tumbled into the river from the mountains.
Yet there was no need to worry about them rotting in the river.