The cave wasn't very deep. After entering and turning left a few steps, the space suddenly opened up, revealing a small man-made stone chamber.
Due to the lack of sunlight, torches hung on the walls; the shadows of the people were cast on the walls, matching the dim torchlight, giving the stone chamber a bandit hideout vibe straight out of a TV drama.
At the entrance of the stone chamber, there was a movable stone placed there, presumably to block the cold wind.
Xiao Feng observed all around for a while and found that the cave had quite a few bottles, jars, sand pots, and pestles, not much different from the setup in Zhao Guo'an's villa.
"Did you carve this out?" Xiao Feng asked Sun Shijie.
"How could I have!" Sun Shijie chuckled, "Not to mention my old age now, even if I went back twenty or thirty years, I wouldn't have this ability.
