Fang Zhen stepped into the mine's entrance.
The entrance was wide enough for three people to walk abreast, but the ceiling was a bit low. Fang Zhen had to stoop slightly to get inside.
After advancing a few meters, he found the ceiling grew higher, allowing him to stand up straight.
However, the passage remained somewhat narrow. He couldn't hold his longspear upright without hitting the rock ceiling, so he had to carry it with the tip pointed forward.
Fang Zhen's brow furrowed for a moment, but then it smoothed out.
'This narrow terrain isn't necessarily a bad thing. While it might be hard to wield my longspear freely, looking at it another way, if enemies charge me head-on, I can just hold my ground with the spear and push them back, even if there are several of them. I can keep myself safe.'
'From a tactical standpoint, it has its pros and cons, but the pros outweigh the cons.'
Fang Zhen found it acceptable.
