No matter how much they thought about it, it was useless. Yue Rujing nodded and took out a knife to carve off the remaining scraps of meat from the black bear.
Jin Zijin went off to gather some wood again. With a slash of the dagger he carried, the wood ignited into a roaring fire.
After filling their stomachs, they packed the leftover bear meat into their backpacks.
Jin Zijin stared at the gently flowing stream and said, "This stream eventually flows into the great river beneath Yunhe Mountain. If we follow it, we can make our way out. But I've taken a look, and the passage is fairly narrow. It'll be uncomfortable for the two of us to squeeze through."
