Yang Ling feigned surprise.
"You're Players too? I've seen you before—we went into the mine together. Why didn't you say anything back then?"
The three exchanged glances. One of them spoke quietly.
"We've encountered some very unusual Players before, so we didn't dare reveal our identities lightly."
"All right. Come inside and sit down."
Yang Ling led the three men into the front hall of the courtyard.
Once they were seated, he got straight to the point.
"What Level are you three?"
"We're not Martial Artists yet, so we can't see our Attribute Panels. But we estimate that we've already reached Level 10."
One of them gave a bitter smile.
"We've been watching the Divine Realm Rank List. It looks like you need to undergo Class Transfer at Level 10 to keep leveling up."
Another added, "Our strength hasn't increased in a long time, so we're probably stuck at Level 10."
Yang Ling already knew that the three men were Level 10 Players.
Their class was still Miner.
Since they hadn't planned to reveal their identities earlier, he hadn't bothered approaching them.
As long as they could mine and increase the output of Red Gold Mine, that was enough.
"You guessed right. You can't see your Attribute Panel until you become a Martial Artist."
"And without Class Transfer, you can't keep leveling up."
Yang Ling nodded lightly.
The three exchanged glances. The one who looked older spoke slowly.
"Supervisor Yang, what would it take for us to become Martial Artists?
Do you have any spare Martial Skills?"
"I do have a copy of Black Tiger Fist."
Yang Ling gave a slight nod.
"But Martial Skills are valuable. I either keep them for myself or sell them."
The three men's eyes lit up.
They quietly discussed it, then finally decided to