Time temporarily goes back to more than an hour ago.
Inside the back mountain mine, Hong Xu was trembling as he carried half a basket of iron ore and climbed out from the dark, sunless mine tunnel.
Once a proud son of heaven and the young master of a prominent family, Hong Xu was known for his dashing and unrestrained demeanor.
But now, he was disheveled and filthy, his clothes torn into strips barely covering his essential parts, looking even worse than a beggar.
Even after exiting the mine, it wasn't over. He still had to drag his heavy steps through the alley to reach the mine hall.
This was the place designated for purchasing iron ore.
Hong Xu carefully dumped the stones from the basket onto a wooden tray. Someone came over, rummaged through them, and then shouted.
"Twenty-eight pieces of third-grade ore, thirteen pieces of second-grade ore."
Hearing this, Hong Xu became anxious.
