"Elder, we've checked it, and it is indeed white frost stone. Its quality is better than any we've seen before."
The main hall of the Temple of Incantation, after inspecting the ore, a Leaf tribe guard muttered to Rudyard's ear, then respectfully stepped aside.
"Too little."
Rudyard glanced at the two carts temporarily placed in the corner without a detailed examination, then shook his head. "Fang Heng, is this all you could obtain?"
"The Federation's reserves of white frost ore are limited, but we can still manage to obtain some more. However, it will take some time to transport them from elsewhere."
Fang Heng looked at Rudyard and continued, "The ore is still on its way. While we wait, I'd like to visit the dimensional world, and also, I'd like to see the sacred tree cultivated by the Leaf tribe."
