Tunnel Warfare, Hey! Tunnel Warfare! (6K)

Dinghou Street in Ming Capital lay within a lowly commoner district in the Western Suburbs. Though it was called a street, it was actually just a narrow little road.

The Western Suburbs had always been where Ming Capital's lowest-class commoners lived. There were few towering buildings here, only sprawling clusters of low houses. Further west lay the Sun Moon Mountain Range, formed by stretch after stretch of rocky mountains.

There was only one small restaurant on Dinghou Street. It covered barely a hundred square meters and had four or five tables. Calling it simple would already have been praise, let alone elegant. It served only the most ordinary meals.

By now, night had fallen. Yet this was precisely when Ming Capital was at its liveliest. The thrilling Semi-Finals earlier that day, in particular, had become everyone's favorite topic of conversation.

Soul Hall, which had forfeited the finals and handed over the championship, had become an even more eagerly discussed topic. But that also meant there would be no finals for them to watch. At most, they could only watch Saint Spirit Sect and the Tang Sect compete for third place.

Though the little restaurant on Dinghou Street was shabby, it was packed to capacity at this moment. There were even two tables set outside the entrance.

At the innermost table sat three people. They looked somewhat peculiar, for all three wore Bamboo Hats with veils hanging down from them, making it difficult to see their faces. Even their figures were concealed beneath their loose robes.

"I really didn't expect things to turn out this way." The woman seated deepest inside spoke with a clear, bright voice full of emotion. She did not speak loudly, but her voice was crisp and pleasant to the ear.

A voice came from the right.