Seeing that the old man was also a Tribulation Stage cultivator, Zuo Si cupped his hands and asked, "It seems, Fellow Daoist, that you have seen Ice Fire Valley's current state?"
The old man said, "I went there. I only returned yesterday. It is now a huge, deep pit. There are some fire-aspect spirit materials below, but none of very good quality. Think about it—an entire year has passed. Origin Core, Dao Union, even Spirit Cultivation and Ascension Stage seniors from the surrounding area have all searched it. If there had been anything good, why would they leave it for us?"
Zuo Si said, "Fellow Daoist sees matters with great clarity. It is only a pity that there are far too few people like you."
The cultivator surnamed Situ was somewhat unconvinced. "Not necessarily. Our Crimson Blood Desert is covered in yellow sand, and most of it has never been mined. If there is a spirit-material mine beneath Ice Fire Valley, that would be a tremendous source of income."
The old man chuckled. "Everyone thinks that way, but are spirit-material mines so easy to find?"
The cultivator surnamed Situ asked, "Then what is Fellow Daoist doing here?"
The old man replied, "I merely wish to examine the traces left by Ice Fire Valley's disappearance and see whether I can discern any traces of mana circulation or Restrictions. One must know that when someone with such abilities leaves behind even the slightest trace, as long as we can comprehend a scale and half a claw from it, we can benefit from it for the rest of our lives."
Hearing this, Zuo Si nodded to himself. This old man is also a bitter cultivator. Otherwise, he would never have thought of this. The two found each other agreeable in conversation and exchanged