Within a peak on Six-Finger Mountain.
Inside a spacious cavern swirling with golden light, wisps of golden spiritual energy gushed from openings in the surrounding walls and streamed continuously into a cultivator's body.
The cultivator was a burly man with a square face, a short beard, and somewhat graying hair. Dressed in white robes, he sat cross-legged on a glittering golden chair, cultivating.
Suddenly!
"Master!" a voice rang out in the spacious cavern.
"Hmm?" The white-robed cultivator seemed to sense something. A trace of displeasure crossed his face, and he said sternly, "Didn't I tell you not to disturb me without good reason?"
"Master! Your disciple truly has an important matter to report!" the voice replied with utmost respect.
"Speak!"
"According to a report from the Cultivator Market, they just received over a hundred and twenty jin of black mother iron ore!" the voice said hurriedly.
"Black mother iron ore! Is it really black mother iron ore?" Ecstatic delight appeared on the white-robed cultivator's face. He fired off the questions, abandoning his cultivation at once as he rose to his feet.
"Your disciple inspected it personally. It is indeed black mother iron ore! It hasn't been refined yet, but its purity is extremely high! Your disciple has already brought it here!" the voice replied respectfully.
"Good! Very good!" The white-robed cultivator could barely contain his joy. His fingers jabbed several times, setting off a tremendous vibration. The countless streams of golden spiritual energy withdrew, and a large doorway opened in the cavern.
There stood-
"Greetings, Master!" Situ Lou Lou stood respectfully at the entrance and spoke in a solemn voice.
"Dispense with the formalities! Come in!" the white-robed cultivator called eagerly. "Let me see that black mother iron ore!"
"Yes, Master!" Situ Lou Lou replied respectfully. He patted his Storage