Seeing that there was only one-tenth of the Demon Gold in the Sumeru Pouch, Han Yan sighed weakly.
Although mining could also have a training effect, the more he focused on his Astral Qi, the more the repetition made him feel too bored.
His ideal life should be to travel the world with his sword and travel all over the East Victory Continent. He should be chivalrous and clean up the remaining demons.
In the end, who would have thought that mining here would take nearly two years?
"Good kid! I asked you to do such a small thing, but you're scolding your father behind his back."
Han Yan sat down on the ground and was thinking about how to leave this place when he suddenly heard a familiar voice. He stood up and looked in the direction of the voice.
A handsome young man in a white robe stood behind him and looked at him with a faint smile.
Who else could it be but his father, Han Zhao?
