Yun Miao Sanren brought the other two into the rift to meet up with Ji An. Floating above Xuan Shuang Sanren's shoulder was a spiritual object resembling a candlestick.
The candlelight swayed, blooming with soft white spiritual radiance that drove back the darkness within several dozen zhang.
The traces of battle left behind here were extremely obvious. One could clearly see the smooth marks where some unknown force had cut across the surface of the ore vein, forming a stark contrast with the jagged, strange rocks elsewhere.
Other than those smooth cutting marks, there were no traces of any fierce battle. This indicated that the fight had been utterly one-sided.
She pictured the scene of that battle in her mind, and her heart shook with awe.
Even with the aid of a formation, she could not have dispatched three Abyssal Sea Serpents of the same level so cleanly and efficiently on her own. She could only have slowly worn them down over time.
"I originally thought it had been a fierce battle. Who would have thought that Fellow Daoist would unleash such mighty prowess and slaughter this pack of Abyssal Sea Serpents so effortlessly? Admirable, truly admirable!"
Her words came from the heart. Powerful cultivators always commanded reverence.
Yun Miao Sanren smiled. "We briefly discussed it just now. Thirty percent of the gains from mining the ore vein will belong to Fellow Daoist. This is what you deserve."
Ji An cupped his hands toward them. "I would be disrespectful to refuse. Thank you, everyone, for giving this poor Daoist such an opportunity.
"This poor Daoist is skilled in cultivation. If I sell high-grade spiritual fruits in the future, I will inform you all first."
Only through the exchange of favors could relationships truly gain value. Once this operation was over,