When the rope slid down into the pit from above, 'Mouse Monk' and the middle-aged man had already stabbed dozens of torch heads into the sandpile. The process in between was unremarkable; they only needed to accurately nail all the falling torches like playing a mole-whacking game.
Only when you know that missing even one torch could burn you like a roasted pig, does this boring mole-whacking game become extremely thrilling.
"It's Duke Xuanwen! The Chancellor is here! Keep digging, quick!"
"Duke Xuanwen, fortunately, you have divine protection!"
"Father!"
"Father, are you alright!"
