Huo Yuhao stood in the middle of the dining hall, looking with an uncertain expression at the two large men sprawled in a heap by the wall. Their faces were covered in blood, and although they had passed out, a few muffled moans of pain still faintly slipped from their twitching lips.
He had held back his strength. Those two large men only looked terribly battered; in reality, they had simply taken a beating that left them with split heads and flowing blood, without sustaining any severe injuries.
The spiritual detection of the two men's words and actions just now had made him extremely annoyed, and only now did he vent his frustration slightly, his mood improving somewhat.
Want to talk about working hard? Were these two really working any harder than the surrounding miners, unable to compare to these drudges who didn't have to work themselves to exhaustion every day?
Which of the miners here didn't dig hard enough during the day, falling short of these two scoundrels who didn't even need to work every single day?
Of course, they might have also put in a certain amount of effort in their cultivation, which allowed them to advance to the second ring. Yet they were already soul masters far stronger than ordinary people, but instead of descending into the mines for a single day, they racked their brains to forcibly plunder the hard-earned savings tucked away in the miners' pockets, only to turn around afterward and condescendingly lecture the miners about not working hard. It was somewhat inhuman.
Damn it, seeing this kind of person just pisses me off, Huo Yuhao muttered under his breath.
Huo Qiu'er also walked into the dining hall at some point, coming to his side. A trace of speechlessness was hidden beneath her calm