Lu Qingfeng stood on the back of the Iron Feathered Flying Eagle, overlooking the entire Sky Pit Mine.
Indeed, the Sky Pit Mine lived up to its name, resembling a meteorite that had struck the heart of the magnificent mountains, creating a huge crater with an outward bursting appearance.
Within the natural pit, there were numerous crisscrossing ravines.
Among them were mines that went deep underground as well as drainage ditches.
Just months ago, thousands of miners worked here day and night, tirelessly extracting ores.
The noise was unceasing, the place was bustling with activity.
Ever since the turmoil in the Juyun Mountain Range, with the Four Sects fighting amongst themselves, the Sky Pit Mine was also affected. Thousands of miners were sent home, and now this vast mine was unusually silent.
"This place—"
Lu Qingfeng looked around, taking in the lay of the land of the Sky Pit Mine, and soon nodded with satisfaction, "This is the place."
"Moving again?"
