The forty-eighth year of Longyou, June 22
At the first light of dawn, southeast of Wushuang, at the entrance of the Xia Straight Road.
Li Xuanling looked into the depths of the passage, her brows furrowed, saying nothing.
More than ten people from Long Mountain behind her were also staring quietly into the dark depths, clearly waiting for something.
Tap tap tap......
Soon, a hurried footstep echoed from within the passage.
Everyone suddenly came to attention, immediately raising their heads to look over.
The person coming was Meng Ying, who was obviously in a hurry. Seeing Li Xuanling, he rushed over and cupped his hands, saying: "Leader, the entire tunnel stretches for a length of twenty-three kilometers, with the other side's exit less than two kilometers west of Hive Station, almost entirely buried under snow, definitely hard to find without careful attention.
No wonder Xia Hong could withdraw all the people from Wushuang right under our noses without us noticing."
