Li Mu Chuan looked at the people and frowned.
To be honest, he still wanted to ask around for more information, but these people clearly did not seem inclined to say much.
That made Li Mu Chuan abandon the idea of asking further. He silently shook his head and turned to leave.
"Forget it. I'll first get familiar with the surroundings and see where this place actually is."
With that thought, Li Mu Chuan turned and left.
Shortly after Li Mu Chuan departed, the tavern fell silent. The people who had been drinking so boisterously earlier all darkened.
"Someone else has been captured and sent here. Those bastards are never done with this!"
As soon as the burly man finished speaking, he slammed his fist down on the table, a fierce look appearing on his face.
"Sigh, this isn't the time to talk about that. With more people, we'll have to hand in more Xijin later. This stuff isn't easy to mine."
"Yeah. He's one of us, after all. We can't just leave him to die."
As the group drank, they seemed somewhat melancholy.
"Sigh, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. We'll take another look later."
Another person sighed upon hearing that.
There were quotas for the Xijin handed in every month. Failing to meet them would mean trouble.
Because they knew that, seeing another person here could sometimes be a good thing, but other times it could be a bad thing.
For example, right now, it was a bad thing.
Just as everyone lowered their heads and drank gloomily, the tavern door was suddenly pushed open again. Everyone instinctively frowned.
Had that kid come back again? Why wasn't he properly familiarizing himself with the surroundings? What if he got lost outside one day and died?
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