Bai Zisheng sent a sharp, knife-like glare his way.
The Lu Family cultivator stopped speaking abruptly, not daring to say more.
Afterward, everyone entered the mine.
A mine is a general term for the internal tunnels, caves, and chambers within a mountain.
The mine was cold, damp, and the air stifling.
The stone walls were carved with formations which generally served to both reinforce the walls to prevent the mine from collapsing and provide functions like lighting, ventilation, and filth removal.
Mo Hua glanced at the formations and shook his head.
The formation patterns carved there were indeed very rough.
They offered only minor reinforcement and dim lighting.
As such, with external walls unstable and filthy qi accumulating inside, accidents were likely to happen easily.
It seemed the Lu Family didn't hold the lives of these mining cultivators in high regard.
"The lives of loose cultivators don't seem to count for much..." Mo Hua sighed silently in his heart.
The group progressed step by step along the mine.
As Mo Hua walked, he studied the formation patterns and reconstructed the layout of the mine in his mind.
The formations were extremely rudimentary.
Mo Hua could see through them at a glance; he didn't even need to use Divine Sense Calculation. With just a few glances, he understood everything clearly.
Understanding the formations naturally meant grasping the layout of the mine.
The paths might be misleading, but the formations were not.
Initially, the Lu Family cultivator led the way, but after a while, Mo Hua began leading instead.
The Lu Family cultivator frowned.
This young cultivator, clearly here for the first time, how could he be more familiar with this place than him?
Situ Fang also watched with a puzzled gaze, somewhat astonished.
Mo Hua led the group along the mine for half a day without any discoveries.
The Lu Family cultivator started to get impatient, "That's enough, isn't it? The mine is so vast, no matter how much you look..."
Before he could finish, Mo Hua stopped.
He fixated on the wall in front of him, then took out his ink and brush, drawing several formation patterns.
Then, with a flash of light from the patterns, they dissipated into each other.
The stone wall trembled and crumbled, revealing a pitch-black opening.
Situ Fang was slightly taken aback.
The Lu Family cultivator turned stark white.