Xiaojin jumped right into the hole without the slightest hesitation.
The tunnel probably had a vent of some sort, for there was no stale air below; however, there was no source of light, and it was awfully dark. Since Xiaojin could see in the dark, it did not concern her at all. She marched out along the secret tunnel.
It was not wide—just about enough to let a slim person pass. The interior wall was laid with stone bricks on all sides, and the ceiling arched upwards.
To be honest, had this been a relic left behind by Ye Fashan, An Qisheng, or Heshang Gong, she would have definitely acted more cautiously. But since the owner was a mere moneybag of some remote corner of the country, why bother?
Hence, Xiaojin marched out in large strides, advancing resolutely as if she owned the place. There were no traps or defensive mechanisms in the tunnel, and every brick stayed where it should be. About two hours later, she stopped at a stone gate.
