The stream wasn't deep, just over a meter, originating from the distant peaks, stretching down for tens of kilometers.
Yang Xiao bent down and picked up a piece of purple transparent stone from the bottom of the water, immediately exclaiming excitedly:
"Got it, got it, got it!"
Old Nine looked at Yang Xiao in astonishment, suspecting that Yang Xiao had gone mad in his haste.
"Yang Xiao, what's wrong with you? Don't panic, even if we can't find the vein right now, we will definitely find it."
Then Old Nine's mouth hung open, his gaze fixated straight on the stone that Yang Xiao raised to his eyes.
In Yang Xiao's fingers was a piece of Purple Crystal Stone the size of a thumb.
It was all too familiar; this was exactly the type of Purple Origin Crystal Stone they dug up daily in the mines.
"Yang Xiao, you?"
Standing in the stream, Yang Xiao spoke with excitement:
