Branches led to branches, corners followed corners.
And because they all looked the same, with no difference at a glance, they could only be vaguely distinguished by the different distributions of moss and occasionally descending ladders on the similar walls.
For an ordinary person entering here, they might easily get lost after just a couple of turns, relying only on luck and survival instincts to find a way out.
Even for someone like Xia Nan, trying to discern their own location and find an exit, might require standing still and carefully recalling their way, and tracing back their steps from memory.
Meanwhile, at the front of the group, Iron Head, who was leading the way under Wood's watchful eye, seemed to navigate effortlessly.
It was like he was back home, somehow knowing how to find the direction, moving along without stopping.
