Watching Qiu Qianhai's excited figure retreat, Ji Yuan figured he really did have some kind of treasure.
Otherwise, how could he have gotten more than a pound of Cold Iron Sand in a single day?
Forget digging it up—even if Ji Yuan spent Spirit Stones to buy it, he might not have found that much.
So what treasure did he have?
Ji Yuan glanced back at the stone house. Once he was sure everything was in order, he followed Qiu Qianhai to the shore. He stuck a Water-Repelling Talisman on himself, summoned the Black Wind Boat, pressed it beneath the surface, and followed him into Clearwave Pool.
Qiu Qianhai was already waiting underwater. Ji Yuan steered the boat over to him.
They both wore Water-Repelling Talismans, but these lower-grade talismans only barely let them breathe freely underwater. They still had to communicate with gestures.
Unless they switched to mid-grade Water-Repelling Talismans.
Ji Yuan put away the Spirit Vessel, and Qiu Qianhai pointed at a small patch of sand in front of him.
Ji Yuan looked at him in confusion. Qiu Qianhai nodded hard, then took out an iron rake and a sand sieve and handed them over.
His meaning was obvious. There was Cold Iron Sand here, and he wanted Ji Yuan to dig.
"???"
Ji Yuan could hardly believe it, but he took the tools and started raking through the sand. He had barely dug a few times when he spotted a faint blue gleam.
Damn it, there really was some?!
He whipped around to look at Qiu Qianhai, who was watching him with a half-smile.
Qiu Qianhai did not need to say a word. Ji Yuan knew what he was thinking: Well? Am I, Qiu Qianhai, impressive or what?
He was. Damn impressive.
After Ji Yuan dug up