Duan Rong and the others followed the crowd, walking neither too fast nor too slow.
About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, they heard a chaotic noise ahead.
As they followed the mountain path and turned past a large rock jutting out by the roadside, they saw a densely packed crowd at the entrance of a valley not far ahead.
A man in a tight outfit with a waist badge stood on a large bluestone by the entrance of the valley, shouting, "Don't all block here. Move to the sides, there are paths to enter the valley on both sides."
The sea of people was surging, shoulder to shoulder, like a tide carrying Duan Rong and the others to one side.
Seeing the crowded masses, Duan Rong grabbed Xiao Yu's hand.
Their fingers interlocked as they moved forward through the crowd, Xiao Yu occasionally glancing at Duan Rong's profile.
They went around another valley entrance and found the crowd less dense at the next entrance.
