In a dimly lit underground space.
The ground suddenly loosened and then, with a roar, collapsed downward.
Zhang Ye and his two companions were instantly covered in dust and dirt.
Brushing the dirt off their heads, they groped their way out of the pit in darkness.
"Ptooey! Zhen Fan, quick! Light a lamp!" Zhang Ye, unconcerned about the dust on his face, spat out the dirt from his mouth, and loudly clamored.
A quarter of an hour later, Kui Tuo looked at Zhang Ye with a sidelong glance. "Just like taking something out of a bag, huh..."
"Shut up!" Zhang Ye's face turned beet red, his bushy beard unable to hide it.
He glared at the chests full of swords, shields, and armor, fuming with anger.
"The audacious Li Wenlin, hiding so many weapons, is he actually planning a rebellion?!" Zhang Ye was so angry that his liver hurt.
The dream of wealth, just like that, shattered unexpectedly.
"Brother, come take a look," Zhen Fan suddenly shouted.