The middle-aged cultivator squatted in the pit and dug with all his might. Even a cultivator like him was sweating profusely.
In a short time, a large pit was dug out in the ground, and soil was thrown everywhere.
At this time, he was looking at the raw gemstones with a happy expression and then threw them into his pocket.
To the middle-aged cultivator, this was a bountiful harvest he had never had before. Even if he was forced to leave in the end, it would not be a wasted trip.
The reason why he had suddenly given up on receiving his companions was because he had witnessed what had happened in the illusory formation. He knew that this forest was far more dangerous than he had imagined.
Under such circumstances, the middle-aged cultivator took a step back and decided to take another part of the raw gemstone Mine with him.
