Dongfang Wuheng smiled and said, "Looking at the present situation, we can make it through this swamp with just some time and effort."
Dong Zhengyang glanced at him. Looking at the mud pools ahead, his expression serious, he said, "The absence of danger now doesn't imply it will be the same later. We can't afford to let our guard down."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
The group once again stepped onto the makeshift bridge, heading towards the next mound.
Time raced like grains of sand slipping through fingers.
The day passed quickly, and nightfall approached.
