"Thank you, Elder Yang."
Qiu Xiaoping accurately stated the elder's name, pleasing him greatly, making him feel valued by the rebel army's leadership, which increased his respect for Qiu Xiaoping.
Qiu Xiaoping led the way, holding a torch as they descended, with Fang Yu and others following.
As they followed the stairs downward, Fang Yu noticed that the construction of this tunnel was actually quite rough, with many repair marks, and furthermore... the marks were very fresh.
Fang Yu felt a bit peculiar inside, but didn't ask further.
Seeing the firelight below, Fang Yu knew they had reached the location.
This underground space was far smaller than he imagined; just a few steps and they had arrived.
Inserting the torch in place, Qiu Xiaoping turned to look at Fang Yu.
The entrance above had sealed off, and now they were completely within the rebel army's base.
"Young Master Diao, what do you think of this place?"
