Lin Xuan rushed to the furnace of the Lightning Tower.
The heat here soared, and the temperature was scorching.
More than ten low-level martial artists were shoveling coal here.
Although the Little Spirit Mountain was a large mystic realm, there were still many low-level martial artists.
Their jobs were basically in the fields of catering, odd jobs, and other services. Some were also in charge of forging and creating potions.
If they wanted to recruit high-level martial artists to do such a thing, he would have to spend essence instead of general coins.
The Construction Division could not afford it, so they simply recruited some low-level martial artists from outside.
At this moment, the eyes of these low-level martial artists were already red from the smell and tears fell randomly.
However, the coal supply was already empty.
"We've used up all the coal!"
