Ye Hao and his group quietly left Nanling, while beneath Zhu Yuanzhang's tomb, another scene was unfolding...
In a newly excavated passage in Nanling, eight middle-aged men dressed in fiery red stood below, their faces covered with golden masks, hands behind their backs, exuding authority.
The leader of the group glanced at the overseer and frowned, asking, "How much longer will this take?"
"Guardian, just a few more minutes, just a few minutes more. Look, we've already dug out some harder soil here, which likely means the tomb is not far ahead." The overseer, noticing the displeased look on the middle-aged man in red, answered with some trepidation.
"I'll give you a few more minutes. If you don't show me the location of the tomb, I'll deal with you." The leading middle-aged guardian snorted coldly.
"Yes, yes, yes." The overseer, sweating profusely, felt a chill looking at the guardian, calling out sternly to those digging, "Hurry up, open the tomb."
