With the bracelets and their clasped hands, the two quickened their pace up the mountain, reaching the first iron chain bridge.
The wooden planks swayed between the two peaks. The fog remained thick, but thankfully, the iron chain bridge was wide enough for them to walk side-by-side.
Feeling that they had left the treacherous terrain behind, Ling Yan instinctively wanted to let go, but Mu Yuan gripped his hand even tighter, adding,
"Let's keep holding hands. Look at these rattling iron chains and the decaying wooden planks. This is clearly a dangerous bridge! Not safe."
Ling Yan didn't waste words with him, nor did he let go, generously allowing him to hold his hand.
As their feet touched the suspension bridge, this bridge, whose length and destination were unknown, began to swing from side to side and bounce up and down.
Ling Yan and Mu Yuan maintained a consistent pace, neither fast nor slow, as they walked forward.
