Time flowed by day after day, and half a year vanished in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, Li Qing had already spent half a year as a spirit mine worker for the Liu Family.
With the mining pick he had forged himself, coupled with the way Li Qing dug in the mines as though he did not value his own life, the spirit stones he had accumulated had now reached a rather delightful number.
Tianhe Sect, Spirit Stone Mine.
Inside the secret passage leading back to the Liu Family, Li Qing, dusty and disheveled and looking utterly haggard, swung himself onto his horse.
"Impressive, brother Li. In just half a year, you can already hand over seventy spirit stones?"
A cultivator on horseback beside him looked at Li Qing and spoke in praise.
Li Qing, riding onward, showed a simple and bashful expression as he replied, "Not at all, not at all. It is all thanks to Old Senior Zhou's careful instruction. Otherwise, I certainly would not have improved this quickly!"
That was right. Just now, Li Qing had handed over seventy spirit stones, all of which had been dug from a barren mining area.
For a newcomer who had only been a spirit mine worker for half a year, this was absolutely a very respectable number.
"Hahaha, you are too modest. I reckon that next month, you should no longer be assigned to the poor mining areas, right?" another miner said amicably.
After spending half a year together, Li Qing had gradually figured out his fellow workers' temperaments. Most of them were actually quite decent people, though they were somewhat thick-nerved in their daily lives.
But that made sense. To endure such a sunless existence for so long, one really had to be a little thick-nerved.