This was the upper reaches of the Chishui River. Under the bright moonlight, the rolling mountain range in the distance could faintly be seen—it was the northern foothills of Wumeng Mountain. Among the towering peaks, the mountain path was steep. Zhang Dabao and the others had to drag and haul with all their might just to move the horse and camel carriages to the banks of the Chishui River.
Liu Lang looked around and said in surprise, "Didn't Wang Ji say he had already arranged the boats? Why aren't they here?"
Zhang Dabao shook his head, equally puzzled. Without the boats, all of them—along with the grain—would have to wait here, needlessly increasing their risks. Although this place was desolate, once dawn broke, there would still be people coming to hunt or gather medicinal herbs. If they were spotted, unexpected complications would inevitably arise.
