"This may be a Cave Lizardmen farm," Ang said in a low voice, raising a finger slightly to point at the neatly arranged fields of glow mushrooms.
"Cave Lizardmen? Didn't you say there was no sign of them before?" Natiya asked doubtfully, her brows slightly furrowed as she continued surveying this strange underground world.
"When you were searching for the elves before, did you really not encounter any lizardmen?" Ang glanced at her, his tone calm but probing.
Natiya shook her head. "We entered some caves too, but there wasn't the slightest trace of lizardmen. Those places were deathly silent, as if no one had ever set foot there."
"Just because you didn't encounter them doesn't mean they don't exist." Ang spoke slowly. "When we fled to the Fett Mountains, the lizardmen tribes of Tunaxi Forest only stayed along the mountain range's edge and never ventured deeper. Perhaps they knew that the underground beneath these mountains belonged to another race, so they never entered."
"But they're all lizardmen. Do they still distinguish between themselves?" Natiya frowned in confusion.
"Who knows..." Ang sighed softly, though his gaze grew increasingly grave. "Perhaps we'll find the answer when we meet them."
The four of them did not linger long in the glow mushroom fields.
Ang gathered some more mature glow mushrooms, then led the group onward along the clearly trampled "path."
The edges of the path had been worn smooth, and broken mushroom stalks could occasionally be seen, as though a large group of people or creatures had passed through not long ago.
Before long, they entered another narrow passage.
The passage was deep and cramped, with indentations in the rock walls on both sides left by countless years of contact.
About two minutes later, the view suddenly opened up. A glow mushroom