The primordial world was stable; it was not easy to shake the mountains and disrupt the ley lines.
"We are here to mine spiritual minerals," Zhu Rong said to the figure in front, bowing, and spoke loudly.
As he did so, he raised his hand, and a piece of Divine Beast Bloodstone, flashing gold and red, fell.
Seeing this Bloodstone, Floating Sheep's eyes lit up.
A stream of cloud wrapped around the Bloodstone, and a trace of intoxication appeared on Floating Sheep's face.
The halo on the Bloodstone visibly dimmed.
A hand does not strike a smiling face; having received the Bloodstone, Floating Sheep's expression grew much better.
"You're talking about Floating Cloud Iron, right? There's plenty of that stuff on the mountain; you can just pick it up," he said.
Pick it up?
Zhu Rong shook his head and gestured with his hand, "We need quite a lot."
Quite a lot?
How much?
Floating Sheep's divine sense swept over Zhu Rong and Prairie Fire, then extended down the mountain.
"Uh..."
