Seeing the kid make a beeline for the mining area, Xiao Ran and the others decided to follow Qi Jinguang and see what he was up to.
They hadn't gone with Qi Jinguang because they wanted to see what the kid would do.
They followed at a distance and watched Qi Jinguang run all the way to the edge of the mining area. He took a table out of his space, then sat down and quickly began drawing talismans with talisman paper and cinnabar.
"What's he doing?" Wu Man asked, puzzled, as he watched Qi Jinguang draw at astonishing speed—faster even than Golden Toad Son. Each time his cinnabar brush touched the paper, a talisman was finished in the blink of an eye.
A thread of golden light seemed to shimmer across every talisman. Xiao Ran swept over them with his spiritual energy. Though they were simple, they contained a distinctive Daoist rhythm.
That alone put him ahead of countless people. Xiao Ran had seen Dai Long and Golden Toad Son draw talismans, but neither had ever made anything as beautiful as Qi Jinguang's.
"Clang! Clang!"
The sound of a gong began to ring out from the mining area.
The miners emerged from their shacks, expressionless, carrying pickaxes and other tools as they prepared to head toward the mines.
Yesterday's hundred-person brawl had been a small-scale clash, but it had still caused quite an impact. Some people hadn't managed to find a single Five-colored Stone because of it.
Without Five-colored Stones, there were no supplies. Naturally, that meant another day of going hungry.
The people trudged forward, numb.
The loudspeaker blared again.
[Today's price for Five-colored Stones is 403. Prices are recovering, brothers—keep it up! Just one Five-colored Stone, and you can change your fate!]
The price had risen because