The three of them immediately understood that the Superpower Stones were limited; for every one mined, there was one less. No wonder these people were working so desperately.
"Is everyone here mining? Why do I see someone cooking?" Zhou Qingming couldn't help but ask.
A patrol member chuckled, "Yes, there's cooking. With so many people here, someone started doing business. Miners want to save time and prefer buying ready-made food instead of cooking themselves."
"It's not just cooking; there are also people selling pickaxes, buying ores, selling Recovery Potions. There's plenty of business going on."
All three were a bit lost. It felt like a small market was developing here.
"Do you want to take a look inside?" the patrol member asked.
Li Qinghua took a deep breath, slightly shook her head, and said, "No, we have to be back by nine."
"Oh, then suit yourselves." The patrol member led the others away.
