"Relying solely on that pack of lowly insects, let alone one hundred thousand jin of Netherworld Sand, they would not be able to mine even a thousand jin in three months," Ke Feng said disdainfully.
"Then why did the three of you solemnly guarantee that you could gather enough Netherworld Sand within three months?" Song Wen asked.
Ke Feng said, "Young Master Guan Liang, what you see now is merely one of the many mine shafts along the entire vein. There are fully fifty such shafts. Moreover, over the years, the three of us have accumulated quite a bit of Netherworld Sand that we never sold. Rest assured, Young Master. In three months, there will be far more than one hundred thousand jin of Netherworld Sand before you."
"Ah—"
Suddenly, a shriek rang out, interrupting their conversation.
Song Wen looked toward the sound and saw a mine slave lose his footing and fall from the platform.
Two Golden Core overseers had had the chance to save him, but they did nothing, watching helplessly as the mine slave plunged to the bottom of the vertical shaft, smashed to pieces, and turned into a puddle of mangled flesh.
Not far from Song Wen and Ke Feng stood an old woman at the late Spirit Transformation stage.
The old woman's face was withered, and ghostly qi coiled thickly around her entire body.
She had been standing there for some time. When Song Wen and Ke Feng appeared, she had flown out from a cave in the stone wall of the vertical shaft and arrived nearby. Seeing the two conversing, she had not dared step forward to disturb them.
The old woman waved out a stream of spiritual power, swept up the mine slave's corpse, and stored it in a storage pouch.
Then, she