"Move it, move it! All of you, hurry up and mine! If you can't hand over enough Primordial Crystals this month, each of you will have another thousand years added to your sentence."
First Heaven, South Bright Sect mine.
At that moment, an exceptionally beautiful woman was waving a fishing rod in her hand, its line still dangling with a fishhook.
Wherever the beautiful woman swung the rod, the hook blasted a small hole. It might have only been a tiny hole, but this was a Primordial Crystal mine.
Even with professional mining tools, one had to exert tremendous strength to make a small pit in the ground. Yet with a casual swing of her fishing rod, the woman could leave little holes in the ground and walls with the hook.
If that hook landed on someone's body, the consequences would be unthinkable. Thus, although the miners were dissatisfied by the woman's words, none of them dared voice any complaint.
Hadn't they seen even the mine's steward beaten into submission by her?
Before South Bright Sect's experts arrived, everything in the mine was now decided by the woman. Previously, they had all harbored some resentment toward South Bright Sect.
But now, they suddenly felt that South Bright Sect was far better than the woman before them. At the very least, South Bright Sect did not demand so many Primordial Crystals from them.
South Bright Sect required them to hand over only ten thousand Primordial Crystals each month, while they could keep any excess for cultivation. But ever since this woman had occupied the mine, she had demanded that they hand over thirty thousand Primordial Crystals every month.
Wasn't this making things impossible for them?
"Fellow cultivator, you have so wantonly trampled the rules. My South Bright Sect will definitely not