Ever since he and his son had been forced through the teleportation array into this place, it had not been long before they were captured and made mine slaves. His son had endured nearly six or seven years of torment before he could no longer bear those endless, boundless days of misery and died of a grave illness. He had gritted his teeth and held on until now, hoping that one day he might escape, but he had not seen even a sliver of hope. Just as he was nearing the end of his strength, he had never expected that the very person who had caused him and his son to suffer so terribly here would enter this place as well and be captured as a mine slave. Heaven's justice made its rounds, and retribution never missed its mark. Weng Zhihan's face was filled with vengeful delight, yet he had never stopped to consider that if he had not plotted against Lu Xiaotian first, he would never have ended up in such a miserable state.
Weng Zhihan said nothing about Lu Xiaotian knowing how to refine pills. He knew that if these overseers learned Lu Xiaotian was an alchemist, they would certainly spare his life. After all, an alchemist was highly sought after wherever he went.
As the overseers surrounding them approached with wary, greedy looks, a strange expression flickered across Lu Xiaotian's face.
"Hand over the magical artifacts on you, now!" one of the burly overseers shouted. "This is Blood Gourd Ancestor's territory. Don't think that just because you're a Qi Refining cultivator you can act arrogantly. Even a Foundation Establishment cultivator wouldn't dare fart here."
"Everything on me was snatched away when I fled here through the teleportation array. Then I was captured and made a mine slave.