Days passed, one by one.
Zhu Ju lived a secluded life, interacting less and less with Ning Ruxue and the others, like an Ascetic.
During this time, he went to the Magic World a few times.
But he never stayed for long. He would only make brief contact before retreating. After all, the current environment wasn't suitable for lingering on the other side.
In a flash, the end of the month had arrived.
The group arrived at the foot of the mountain together.
"Look."
Ding Hu sneered.
"Besides the clothes on our backs, what's the difference between us and these miners?"
Not far from them, the miners from the mountain stood in a line, collecting their supplies in order, based on the amount of ore they had mined.
"These miners are common folk recruited by the Bright Void Sect from the Ancient Northern Pass. They have to mine for ten years before they can leave," Ding Peng whispered.
"Ten years of mining... it's a death sentence!"
"You can't say that," Mu Tian said, shaking his head.
