Each plunge into the abyss lasted roughly five to ten minutes, with rest intervals exceeding twenty minutes.
Clearly, holding his breath and running for such long periods placed an enormous burden on Bu Luoer's body.
Over the next two trips, Bu Luoer collected only five thumbnail-sized pieces of black meteoric gold in total.
Only then did Mu Fan realize that gathering it was nowhere near as easy as he had imagined. The first time had merely been good luck.
"Alright, Bu Luoer, take off the rope. We've gathered enough for today."
This time, Bu Luoer did not argue. After landing, he lay on the bare ground, gasping loudly, then nodded with difficulty.
His strength had reached its limit as well.
"Rest well. Once we get back, the tribe will send your family six months' worth of Rations."
Alva patted Bu Luoer on the shoulder. Joy flashed across Bu Luoer's face at once, and he excitedly wanted to say that it was too much, but Alva firmly pressed the words back down.
"It isn't much. You earned this with your life. The warriors of the White Armor Tribe will remember your contribution."
The smile on Alva's face finally widened to its fullest. Bu Luoer was too excited to speak and could only nod heavily.
Normally, a single gathering trip earned only one month's worth of supplies. This time, the White Armor Tribe had given his family a full six months of Rations.
That meant his family would not have to worry about food or clothing for the next half year.
On this grassland, survival was the ultimate pursuit.
"Brother Mu, I truly didn't expect our haul this time to be so great." Alva's words carried a trace of excitement. That fist-sized chunk of meteoric gold could even be forged into two