"Bloodshed..."
Chu Mu murmured to himself. In his field of vision, that ocher-yellow Mine seemed to have already been shrouded in a layer of blood.
Though he did not know the reason behind it... it seemed it was not hard to guess.
After all, back when the Mine had still counted as peaceful, while standing guard there, he had often worried about something like a rebellion breaking out.
He had flipped through all kinds of books, and the several civil uprisings at Nanshan Iron Mine described within had also proven that his worries were not groundless fears.
And the current Nanshan Iron Mine—compared to the Nanshan Iron Mine of the past, was there even any comparison between the two?
The Nanshan Iron Mine of the past had, at least, only been digging normal iron ore. The danger to life, to a large extent, had only been accidental.
But during this period, that was no accident.
That day, hundreds of Ice Sculptures, that inexplicable chill—even now, it was still vivid before his eyes.
After so long, how many lives had that minefield under martial law buried?
And now, how many more lives would it bury?
Chu Mu shook his head, unwilling to think more, and too lazy to pay attention.
He retreated into the courtyard, reached out, and shut the courtyard gate. The clamor of the outside world vanished from Chu Mu's sight as the courtyard gate closed.
As if isolated from the world, Chu Mu's heart also became inexplicably much more peaceful.
He liked stillness, not motion.
In his previous life and this one alike, it had always been so.
Chu Mu felt that such a temperament of his might be quite flawed when it came to dealing with people and the world, but on the path of cultivation, it