The Heavenly Craftsmen Tribe's racial traits were right there for all to see. Though they were honest, simple-hearted, and easily swindled, the individual strength of their people was quite formidable.
Moreover, most cultivators seeking opportunities in Endland had no means of refining weapons themselves. Thus, even when considering their own needs, they would not offend them too severely.
Over time, the entire Heavenly Craftsmen Tribe had become a force not to be underestimated within End City.
The stone-gambling arena was undoubtedly the most powerful force in all of End City.
But that did not mean every person within it could mobilize all of its power.
Such a vast conglomerate of interests was bound to be riddled with rival factions. If you brought trouble upon the group but could offer no corresponding benefit, why would the group stand up for you for no reason at all?
After hearing the middle-aged man's explanation, Ye Xiu gained a much clearer grasp of the situation within the city.
"But if this were merely an investment in a major future customer, there would be no need to go to such lengths, would there?"
"If I'm not mistaken, it should have something to do with the thing hidden within the raw ore I selected, correct?"
Ye Xiu looked at the Azure Flood Dragon Tribe cultivator before him, who called himself Ao Yunfeng, interest appearing in his eyes.
Ao Yunfeng's gaze held a trace of surprise upon hearing Ye Xiu's words.
He had not expected a cultivator who had only just entered Endland to infer his purpose so swiftly through such layers of fog.
A human from Heyang, Yu Prefecture?
He silently committed that name to memory.
"Then forgive my presumptuousness, but do you truly possess the ability to seek out the things within these raw ores?"