The mine was one of the few locations that did not hold a barrier around it, keeping the Qi away. But none of the demons seemed worried at all about the humans cultivating inside, as they just wouldn't have the time.
The Qi was weak in itself, and any time spent cultivating was time spent not mining. And anyone who didn't mine had a death wish.
The next time Han Mengli walked out from the depths of the mine, his sack was fuller than last time. This time around, he had carried out nearly 60 kilograms of ore. It had been difficult, but what else could he do?
He looked at the sun, panicking when he saw that it was over halfway across the sky. The next time he came out, it would be way further below. And at that point, there was no way he could complete the quota.
Han Mengli ran down the mine shaft, ignoring all workers as he made his way to the place where he had been mining. When he reached the spot, he paused.
The pickaxe was gone.
