Time flew by.
Three years later, on a certain noisy midday, Li An gently dug the last shovelful along the entrance of a tunnel several dozen meters deep.
A chill breeze flowed in.
The end of the tunnel was an ancient well, filled with a cool atmosphere.
Li An quietly retreated along the narrow tunnel.
For the sake of secrecy, he had dug the tunnel very small, only allowing him to crawl through while in a bone-shrinking state, because if an underground void appeared too large, it would be a problem if noticed by others.
Of course, this possibility was minimal, Li An was merely being cautious. After all, within the territory of White Tiger Mountain, there were formations covering everywhere; who would be idle enough to scan dozens of meters underground with their Divine Sense?
Currently, Li An was the only one aware of the formation's existing "blind spots" and could utilize them.
With this tunnel, he felt much more at ease.
