On top of Solitary Mountain City, abandoned wells are scattered everywhere, a picture of desolation.
The frail orphans in the city, carrying bamboo baskets, hunched over, use their dirty little hands to scrape rough ores from the pitch-black ground, piece by piece.
Only in this way can they survive.
Beside them, Mo Hua silently passed by with a somewhat depressed expression.
Fortunately, Master Gu remembered his instructions and drew a First Grade Wind Pattern on these orphans' bamboo baskets, reducing their burden somewhat, so the orphans wouldn't be crushed by the heavy ores, covered in bruises.
For now, this is all he could do.
Mo Hua sighed and walked straight towards the Shen Family's mountain peak, passing through the mining children.
He's pretty much visited every other place on Solitary Mountain City, except for the Shen Family's mountain peak.
That mountain peak definitely holds something unusual.
Mo Hua wants to go stealthily and take a look.
