The next day.
"Mr. Lin, right? I'm from Juexin Building…"
"I'm sorry, I can't. Please go back. Goodbye."
Lin Yan accepted the gift and rejected the man.
This was already the eighth person from the prefecture capital to visit today. Everyone represented a faction.
Lin Yan was really annoyed. He simply reported to Liu Lanqing and quietly left the camp, returning to the cliff and Ding'an City.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Yesterday, he entered the tent after returning. It was not until he came out this morning that he realized that the atmosphere in the entire camp had already changed drastically.
It was naturally because Bai Ling and the others had returned with a large number of Unusual Items, confirming that there was really a mystic realm that produced Unusual Items deep in the underground waterway.
Money moved people's hearts, let alone precious Unusual Items. Everyone in the camp was already restless.
