At a spirit stone mine, thousands of warriors gathered. The sight of these martial artists was overwhelming, with various factions and allegiances creating a dense, charged atmosphere. The mountain felt like a powder keg, ready to ignite.
From amidst this tension, an elderly warrior with a goatee stepped forward. Despite his simple gray attire, he seemed different from the sect-affiliated martial artists.
"Why not cultivate and mine together?" he suggested. "Spirit stones benefit everyone, whether in the visceral prefecture, blood refinement, or bone pattern realms. With so many spirit stones here, there's more than enough for everyone. Wouldn't it be wise to cultivate now and then move on to the next mine?"
His words resonated with many. "He's right!" someone shouted. "We should cultivate together. If someone breaks the trust, we all act."
There was a chorus of agreement, and as one, the martial artists began to meditate and cultivate.
