The scorching sun hung high in the sky.
The previously deserted Red Moon Mountain was now bustling with a large number of players drenched in sweat, each with an excited expression, shuttling through the mine as if they were tireless machines, leaving the vagabonds delivering building materials to Red Moon Mountain dumbfounded.
"These people from the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall, are they really such madmen? Are they so addicted even to mining?"
"Damn! I think I saw a few Advanced Apprentices mining!"
"No way, those are Advanced Apprentices. In major wild gangs, they are high-ranking figures, and yet the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall is willing to let them mine?"
"Could it be that the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall is seriously short on people, so they have to let them mine?"
"But don't normal gangs just hire vagabonds to mine? Why do they need to get involved personally?"
