Practicing martial arts in the early morning, training in fist techniques at noon, nurturing the Crimson Cloud Sword, and entering dreams of various scenarios at night to increase combat experience.
Whenever there was free time, he would expand the space further downwards.
Day after day, month after month.
In the blink of an eye, over five months had passed.
During these five months, light tremors occurred more than once in this place, likely due to fights raging on the surface above.
But none had discovered him, hidden underground.
Liang Hui, seated on a grey-white rock, slowly opened his eyes and surveyed the scene before him.
Within a thousand meters all around was an open area, the brown soil was tamped solid on the ground, covered with a layer of grey-white gravel.
Nine thick stone pillars supported the underground space, with countless luminescent stones embedded in the surrounding walls, illuminating the space as if it was daylight.
