This mine tunnel seems to have been here for many years.
Fragments occasionally fall from the surrounding stone walls.
Sometimes large chunks fall, making the people ahead cry out in surprise now and then.
Occasionally accompanied by a scream, it seems they've been hit quite a bit along the way.
Zhang Yang, Uncle Long, and the butler have been keeping a distance and following behind them.
Zhang Yang felt a bit relieved; it's fortunate that someone is paving the way ahead, otherwise, the three of them would probably not be in good shape either.
Even so, having traveled this far, the three of them are covered in dust and dirt.
Zhang Yang quietly asked Uncle Long, "How much further?"
Looking at the time, it's been over three hours since they entered.
Uncle Long estimated roughly and then said uncertainly, "It should be soon. I guess no more than half an hour, and we'll almost be out of this mine tunnel."
