Halfway through the mining process, Old Mac had already filled two baskets with ore, each weighing several hundred pounds.
John increasingly felt that it was a mistake not to bring Qing today.
John couldn't let Helena and Lily, the two girls, do such heavy work.
Moreover, the wind currents in the mine were chaotic, rendering Exiled Immortal's talent almost useless.
So, John and Exiled Immortal had to manually carry the discarded slag out of the mine.
After several trips, they were covered in dust and dirt.
However, Old Mac seemed to be enjoying himself immensely.
His gaze at the ores was almost tender. Mining and smelting ore was deeply ingrained in Old Mac's bones, an inseparable part of him.
"Hmm... this should be about enough. If it's convenient, could you tell me what kind of weapons you prefer? I'll customize them for you."
