Chapter 90 - A Rash Decision The water below was pitch-black, and the nighttime chill cut straight to the bone. Honestly, if it had been daytime, I probably wouldn’t have jumped into the river so easily. As someone from the Central Plains, I’d grown up learning about the Yellow River. So I knew all too well that the most dangerous things in rivers weren’t the visible currents, but the hidden undertows and whirlpools. Those could silently drag even the strongest swimmers to their deaths. That was…