Yang Xiao lay in the cave, closed his eyes, utterly disheartened.
Seconds ticked by,
and in the cave, coughs echoed one after another,
these helpless and desperate coughs made the atmosphere even more oppressive.
The smell of smoke inside the cave grew stronger.
"Drip!"
A drop of some liquid fell onto Yang Xiao's face.
Yang Xiao didn't care.
"Drip!"
Another drop fell onto his face.
"Drip!"
Yet another drop, with shorter intervals between each.
"What the heck is this?"
Yang Xiao wondered inwardly, wiped the liquid on his face with his hand, and sniffed it. It was faint, mixed with the earthy stench of soil.
Yang Xiao strenuously took a flashlight from Chi Lin and shone it above his head.
They had just excavated this spot, where the rock was purple.
However, under the illumination of Yang Xiao's flashlight, the purple rock gleamed crystalline.
Yang Xiao raised his hand and touched it.
"Water?"
Yang Xiao was shocked and immediately shouted loudly:
