Black Bird flew steadily through the clouds.
Luo Fan sat on the bird's back, his gaze resting on the distant horizon.
Black Bird landed before the hill where the vein lay, folded its wings, and tilted its head to preen its wind-ruffled feathers with its beak.
Luo Fan jumped off the bird's back and walked toward the mine.
Mining operations were already in full swing. Simple supports had been erected at the entrance, several newly dug tunnels slanted downward, and the white light of mining lamps joined together in the darkness.
The Sequence Users working the mine stopped what they were doing to greet Luo Fan when they saw him.
Luo Fan nodded to each of them, asked about the past few days' progress, then made a round of inspection inside the mine, examining several new tunnels and the ventilation system along the way.
When he reached the end of a secluded tunnel, he looked around to make sure no one had followed him, then took an ordinary replica of the Weird Gun out of his storage space.
He had bought this gun on a whim from the Trading Panel some time ago. Its quality was barely adequate.
He drew a deep breath and activated his godhead authority.
Then he gave his wife a call.
Within moments, a replica almost completely identical to the genuine Weird Gun appeared in his hand.
With his previous experience making the fake dagger, crafting a fake Weird Gun this time was familiar work.
Once he had finished, Luo Fan found another deserted corner and took the Golden Weird Mirror out of his storage space.
The antique mirror's surface gleamed coldly in the dim light of the mining lamps.
Lowering his voice, he asked the mirror, "Where is Zhang Da now?"
The mirror remained silent