The night was pitch-black, the moonlight desolate.
Outside South Yue City, a group of Cultivators stealthily made their way toward the mine.
And behind them, three little Cultivators, also hidden, stealthily followed.
They proceeded in silence, and before long, Wang Lai and his companions arrived at the outskirts of the mine.
The mine did not operate at night, and its periphery was secured by several large iron gates.
Wang Lai pressed against the iron gate, walked twenty steps to the right, crouched down, and searched with his hands in the veil of night, soon opening a low, concealed door.
Old Yu and Wang Er exchanged glances, perplexed.
They had mined for years and had no idea that such a secret entrance existed outside the mine.
"Let's go."
Wang Lai whispered, then hunched over and led the way into the mine through the concealed door.
Old Yu hesitated.
A few rogues behind him gave Old Yu a push.
Fortune favors the bold.
