Cheng Zongyang knocked on the earthen wall. Solidified by the Mole Beast's Ability, it was incredibly hard, just like stone brick. He wasn't worried about it collapsing.
As he walked south, pairs of oil lamps hung at regular intervals on the walls of the dim tunnel, providing some light. He could also see villagers hauling away excavated dirt.
They were quite excited to see Cheng Zongyang, and he naturally stopped to exchange a few words.
When he rounded a bend, he saw about ten more villagers clearing away the excavated earth behind the Mole Beast, hauling it cart by cart toward the tunnel entrance that led to Tiantuan Village.
And the one directing the Mole Beast was none other than his father.
He had entrusted command of the Mole Beast only to his father.
"Dad!" Cheng Zongyang called out.
Hearing the familiar voice, Cheng Guanghai snapped his head around and saw his son, Cheng Zongyang, standing in the dimly lit tunnel.
