The peanuts in their mouths no longer tasted good. They looked at each other for a moment, finding their food tasteless, then said in unison, "Come on, let's take a look."
There was a mining area by the mountains outside town. It contained no spirit stones or treasures of that sort, just a fairly high-quality refined iron deposit, generally used to make standard-issue weapons for sect disciples. The Cloudreach Sect's Forging was renowned throughout the world. Even its ordinary Standard-Issue Long Swords were superior weapons elsewhere, something Qiu Wuji had once taken considerable pride in.
But even the finest smithing techniques depended on mineral resources.
Having specifically studied Marxist philosophy in the modern world, Qiu Wuji's first reaction was, Oh no. Did my sect's rise also come with filthy blood oozing from every pore? Am I the one who should be strung up from a lamppost?
The two flew toward the mining area. Chu Ge turned to look at Qiu Wuji's gloomy face and instead found it a little funny.
When the female sect master of a Xianxia world read Marxist philosophy and an introduction to Mao Zedong Thought in the modern world... the whole business of chivalry and justice seemed to acquire a rather distinctive flavor.
He remembered a fanfic he had once read about Lin Daiyu starting a revolution. There was so much to comment on that he did not know where to begin.
So much so that his own sense of chivalrous justice had been washed away. What occupied his thoughts most instead was how to help Qiu Qiu handle this properly.
When they reached the mining area, security was still tight. A narrow path led into the mine, with Cloudreach Sect disciples stationed along it and others patrolling through the snow. The strictness of the sect's