No one knew why beneath Beiliang, this small border town, there lay an underground limestone cave maze.
Complex, deep and secluded, yet with some order. The caves varied in size, interconnected, but from a bird's eye view, this seemingly natural formation perfectly met the criteria of a military camp.
An underground river ran through the caves, with several tributaries to prevent contamination of the water supply. All caves were connected and allowed two people to travel side by side. Most strangely, the limestone cave had three layers, each one progressively arranged, each with a different purpose, ingeniously designed.
Standing in the first layer, which was as broad and flat as a training ground, Lord Qianhu watched the Imperial Forest Army begin to guard each entrance, his brow filled with a serene calm.
