People aren't made of iron. After running for most of the night, they were all utterly exhausted. Finally, Xiao Lin cursed, "To hell with this! I'm not running anymore, I'm dead tired! I haven't even seen what these bastards look like. I don't think there are that many of them chasing us, anyway. If any humans were chased like this, they'd probably scatter long before reaching Cameron Town!"
Zhao Jie spat on the ground, ran to the riverbank, and scooped up a handful of cool river water, splashing it violently on his face. He paid no mind to his clothes getting soaked; the noble demeanor and refined elegance from his time at the academy were long since forgotten.
The river water was clear and cold, its temperature unaffected by the tropical climate. The group took out their waterskins, emptied the old water, and refilled them from the river.
