Jasmine had countless questions in her heart, but she was also someone who knew the situation, understanding that now was not a good time to ask. Life was more important. Her body, having just woken up after the fall, still carried aching pain all over; she had to rely on the strange man beside her supporting her waist not to collapse onto the ground full of gravel.
Because the mountains of brass and jewels around were truly too many, piled high like mountains obstructing the view, Jasmine couldn't see clearly how wide this place was; it seemed endless. But the man seemed very familiar with the terrain here like the back of his hand, half-pulling, half-holding Jasmine to walk for a while, weaving through the gaps, then turning into a narrower tunnel.
