"Zhou Peng, take the three of them back, teach them how to mine. Today, we will not go down to the mine," Shen Mangxing said, looking toward an elderly man with a worried face in the crowd.
After speaking, Shen directly turned and left, showing no intention of interacting with Zuo Qinghui and the others.
Seeing this, Zuo Qinghui felt somewhat astonished, but the other cultivator prisoners under Shen Mangxing seemed to have already grown accustomed to it.
The elder Zhou Peng stepped forward, cupping his hands towards Zuo Qinghui and the other two, "How should I address you, fellow Daoists?"
"Zuo Qinghui."
"She Yu," said a woman with a frail figure and a face darkened with grim, standing behind Zuo Qinghui.
Among the three, the remaining boy who looked barely fifteen, with a youthful face, kept his head down and did not respond to Zhou Peng.
However, Zuo Qinghui had learned his name was Xu Che when they had just registered.
