The Dead Stone Mine Pit

Zhao Han wore a broad smile. To him, the black exhaust smelled as fresh as the air among green hills and clear waters. He had no idea the six of them were already discussing his marriage.

The short old woman spoke in a hoarse, muffled voice:

"Come with me, kid. I'll take you to the Dead Stone Mine Pit and give you some backup, so no one bullies you over these three days."

"Though with your strength at the Spirit Condensing Realm, you're usually the one doing the bullying. Still, you'll have fewer problems if you come with me."

Zhao Han nodded solemnly, waved goodbye to the other five, and followed her without hesitation.

He strolled along as if he were taking a walk in his own home.

The sight drew surprised looks and murmurs from quite a few Skywork Clan members nearby.

Since when could an outside Martial Artist visit the Skywork Clan's territory and enjoy himself like this? He looked as if he were out shopping.

Shouldn't he have been covering his nose, looking disgusted, and cursing under his breath?

Along the way, Zhao Han was surprised to see quite a few people from Great Yin, along with Half-Demons, on the streets.

Seeing the curiosity on Zhao Han's face, the short old woman explained:

"They're here to buy magical treasures, weapons, and gunpowder."

"After all, things made by my Skywork Clan aren't so simple."

"Whether it's quality, price, or speed of production, the human race's weapon refiners can't compare."

"I see. No wonder the Skywork Clan is renowned as one of the very top powers in the weapon-refining world!" Zhao Han nodded, slipping in a compliment.

He thought that he should take a look around and buy a few things to his liking before he left.

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