Han Mengli cultivated alone, telling no one of what he had found. He slowly improved over the next few months, his body becoming stronger and better. The chunk of missing flesh from his arm hadn't healed, but it likely never would.
He now understood why the blond-haired man liked to stay alone and interact as little as possible. He had a secret to hide, and now so did Han Mengli.
A few more decades passed, and in that time, Han Mengli had noticed something very important. The people who showed the best results in the mines were never seen again.
As the others said, he believed they were taken somewhere else where the menial labor was harder, requiring them.
Whatever that work was, Han Mengli did not wish to do it. So, he did the bare minimum each time, spending most of his days just cultivating.
