Only now did Xue Bufan notice where he was.
This was a tunnel, and a very deep one at that. The air was exceptionally murky, filled with a strange smell—the "thick" sensation of many people's breaths mixed together and thoroughly fermented.
Without even looking, he knew the people here must have an abysmal awareness of ventilation...
No, perhaps they had deliberately chosen not to ventilate it.
The Ant Clan's language was a hormonal language, precisely because they were born with an exceptionally keen perception of "smells." If the people here were guarding against the Ant Clan, then it made sense.
At the same time, his spiritual sense had already spread outward. Though the tunnel walls were made of rock, they bore obvious marks of artificial excavation and were by no means naturally formed.
"Oh, so we happened to be rescued." Yue Luo Liuli said, "By the other group of the Nan Clan."
"The other group of the Nan Clan?"
"The Nan Clan itself has always had two groups—one above, one here." Yue Luo Liuli said, "They split into two branches a long time ago."
Xue Bufan's expression changed. "When did you find out?"
"This part of the story is even included in the Dragon Clan's compulsory curriculum." Yue Luo Liuli folded her arms. "What do you think?"
Blood suddenly rushed to Xue Bufan's head, and rage beyond measure surged through him. He felt as though two little mice were ramming against his temples, about to burst out. Yet he pressed his temples and forcibly suppressed his fury. "Even what you learn in elementary education is kept secret from us?"
Yue Luo Liuli looked entirely justified. "Of course it is kept secret. Those are the 'rules.'"
Xue Bufan pointed at Chen Feng and Ai Qinglan. "This is the consequence of your