The stone cave was not large, only about ten zhang in size.
Apart from a few stone beds and several large bags piled up on one side, there was no other furnishings.
The first thing Liu Ming noticed was a face with thick eyebrows and big eyes, skinny and pallid, but now with an additional shade of ashen defeat on its already sickly complexion.
It was the lean young man he had encountered when he first entered the underground mine.
Currently, he was sitting cross-legged on the middle stone bed, with the giant iron staff, about two zhang long, leaning against the stone wall.
This was the first time Liu Ming saw the staff away from the young man's hand, which caused him a slight startle, and he took another look at him.
Only then did he notice that the young man's gray clothes were now tattered and stained with blood traces, unclear if from the monster beasts or his own wounds.
However, looking at his present state, it was clear that he was injured, and seriously so.
