Ren Changsheng stood before them, clearly here to find someone important to him. Now that he was here, did those Mine Disciples really dare to whip so brazenly?
Were they courting death?
Meanwhile.
In the bustling crowd of miners, a young boy slowly walked, his face showing fatigue. On his back, marks from the whip were visible.
This was Ren Xing.
At that moment, Ren Xing was puzzled. He had just gone down to mine, but now he had to come out again? For someone who hadn't been in the Hongmeng world for long, entering the mines was no easy feat!
And in this place.
They could only rely on their own Divine Artifacts to mine. Ren Xing only had a lower-grade Hongmeng Divine Artifact, which he had acquired at great cost, while typical miners used weapons from the lower world.
Weapons from the lower world here.
They struggled to break the ground, let alone the harder rocks, but there was no other way. For them, mining was life; refusing to do so was akin to seeking death.
