The next day, the Red-Purple patriarch came early to invite Jiang Yan and An Ling to the Heavy Water Mine.
Naturally, the two did not refuse and accompanied him toward the center of the city lord's residence.
Beyond a dividing wall, the great pit leading to the Heavy Water Mine came into view.
Beside the pit, Chi Ziliu waited with several Awakening Realm members of the Scale Clan.
"Father, aren't there plenty of people in the mine already? Why send them down too?"
The moment he saw them, Chi Ziliu began complaining as though he had suffered some grievance.
"You child, you really have no sense."
The Red-Purple patriarch smiled apologetically at Jiang Yan while raising a hand to point at his son, still chiding him:
"The Purple-Scale Tribe is pressing us hard. How can we mine enough without sending more hands?"
"Hmph, the Purple-Scale Tribe hardly treats us as their own. We'd be better off..."
The Red-Purple patriarch angrily cut off Chi Ziliu's complaints. His eyes glanced at Jiang Yan as if casually, and a trace of disappointment flashed through them when he saw no reaction.
"The Purple-Scale Tribe is our superior tribe. How can you show them disrespect?"
Watching the father and son perform, Jiang Yan found it rather amusing.
He wondered how they would react if they learned that he was no Red-Scarlet noble at all, but a Daoist of the Immortal Dynasty.
Seeing that Jiang Yan gave no response to his overture, the Red-Purple patriarch did not lose heart.
He rebuked Chi Ziliu a few more times before turning around.
"Forgive that embarrassing display. Let us descend into the mine. This shaft is extremely deep, but footholds have been set along its walls to break the descent."
Jiang Yan said nothing and merely nodded.
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