"Hmm? Nascent Soul Mid-Stage? How did someone not even having shed their mortal coil get here?" When it was Ye Haochuan's turn, the old man saw him and couldn't help but ask in confusion.
The gray-clothed cultivator sneered, "Came through that abandoned gate, probably because the gate's broken, transmitted over a waste like this!"
"That gate, huh, no wonder!" The old man naturally assumed the gate was broken and didn't ask more, furrowing his brow as he flipped through a small booklet.
After a long while, the old man finally chuckled bitterly, "Someone at this level can't even be a miner, it seems. He'll only be able to do some low-grade work! Take him to Red Leaf Valley to pick herbs."
Upon hearing this, the gray-clothed cultivator glanced at Ye Haochuan and scoffed, "Hell, you're lucky, kid. Picking herbs is a lot easier than mining!"
Easy my ass, should I give you guys a thank-you banner too?
Ye Haochuan was already seething inside.
