"Maybe it's the projection of something," Mike paused and said.
"Maybe, everyone be careful," Qinghan turned on his headlamp and shone it around.
The track was curved, turning just in front of the door we emerged from. Qinghan looked in both directions but couldn't see the end.
"Which way should we go?" I asked after he finished looking.
"This way," Qinghan pointed to the track on the right side of the door, "This leads in the direction of the Ancient City."
"Do you really think this leads directly to the Ancient City?" Mike asked.
"We'll see," Qinghan wasn't definitive, "It would be best if there's a path."
Mike couldn't argue with him on that. The temperature on the surface was high, and encountering danger while moving day or night was inevitable. Moving underground would at least be cooler and save water.
"What's this?" As Qinghan explored the path, I walked to the wall, where there was a handle, or rather a lever.
