Elder General Xia, who had been squinting at the map, suddenly spoke up. "Then let's not talk here. Follow me."
The group followed a secret passage underground.
Passing a circular plaza, Tang Wen suddenly stopped. He looked at a ring of fireplaces, where he could see deep red, burning charcoal through transparent glass.
The fireplaces made the Underground Palace feel warm and cozy.
Following his gaze, Elder Xia casually explained, "I know what you want to ask. We didn't build these."
"Hmm?"
"Think about it, kid. The area around the camp—the swamps, forests, mountains, and the great lake—is fraught with danger. Who would build a camp here?" Elder Xia tapped his pipe, offering a hint.
'True, I've never thought about this problem before.'
Upon careful consideration, he realized this place wasn't actually suitable for habitation.
