A wanderer packs his bag beneath the cliff, waiting for his friend to fall. Just then, Young Yichao slides do…
A wanderer packs his bag beneath the cliff, waiting for his friend to fall.
Just then, Young Yichao slides down, aiming straight for the wanderer's legs. The wanderer's head hits the packed bag; Chao kicks his waist—both narrowly avoid tumbling into the fire.
Dazed, the wanderer sits up, clutching his side, staring at the laughing Nongchao'er.
How come you're fine, but I'm the one falling apart?
Not on purpose.
You insisted on climbing with two broken blades, made me wait below—just to cushion your fall.
Well, you did cushion it. Blades are broken, I'm done climbing.
You're not passing through?
Young Yichao plants the blades into the ground.
Liangzhou is vast, the Hexi boundless. What use is passing through alone? In my lifetime, I'll find a way to bring everyone through. Let these blades watch Dasan Pass every day.
He strides back toward Liangzhou. The wanderer hurriedly packs and follows.
Bring everyone through?
The wanderer glances at what he holds, then at his spirited friend ahead.
Perhaps... this can be entrusted to him...