Yu Nianzhen also narrowed his eyes and frowned.
At a glance, the slaves were emaciated and had no light in their eyes.
'They have given up.' He realised and subconsciously sighed.
"Stand up for me." A gruff voice ordered, and the two couldn't help but be annoyed.
A breath later, Jiang Yue waved his hand, and the person's eyes immediately lost focus.
[This mine is two hundred metres below ground.] Yu Nianzhen observed, and Jiang Yue nodded.
[Azhen, this place is strange.] He said and quickly continued.
[The mine is almost the size of Yunlan city, from what I can tell. Such a large mine should have a rich aura, and the surroundings should have many medicinal herbs and treasures. However, the area above ground is a wasteland with a thin aura and few herbs, let alone treasures.]
[Mmh.] The swordsman nodded.
He had also noticed this peculiarity but could not think of a reasonable explanation for it.
