The Qingyi Sect's searchlights made the area around the dried-up well as bright as day.
The roar of the excavator was particularly piercing in the silent village. Sun Hongwu stood aside, his brows furrowed, occasionally glancing around the darkness, dreading Zhang Yang's sudden reappearance.
"Hall Master, we've dug nearly ten feet deep into this well, and there's nothing here!" A man with a face full of grease climbed up from the bottom of the well, wiped his sweat, and said, panting heavily.
Sun Hongwu kicked him, cursing, "Useless! Keep digging! The Sect Leader said there's definitely something in this well. If you can't find it, none of you will live!"
The man shivered in fear and quickly went back down to the bottom of the well to continue working.
Zhang Yang, Jin Tuantuan, and Xia Xue hid quietly behind a nearby haystack, observing the scene.
"Zhang Yang, do you think there's something in the well?" Xia Xue asked softly, her eyes full of curiosity.
