Even from above, Han Yu could see the moisture.
The ground was not dry.
Not fully.
There was still water beneath.
Seeping.
Shifting.
Unstable.
Han Yu's eyes narrowed slightly.
'No wonder.'
No wonder the mining was so slow.
No wonder the operation was difficult.
This was not a simple excavation.
This was a battle against both terrain and composition.
He also realized something else.
'If one entry point alone was this large… What about the others?' The thought lingered in his mind as they landed.
The moment their feet touched the ground, Han Yu became aware of the people present.
Hundreds.
Workers.
Cultivators.
Supervisors.
From a glance alone, he could tell that most of them belonged to the three clans.
Qing.
Zhao.
Wen.
Their robes bore distinct markings, subtle but identifiable. The majority were focused on the work, moving materials, inspecting formations, or coordinating tasks.
In contrast…
The presence of the Blood Sect was minimal.
Two junior elders.
