A short while later, Qin Shizhong rushed over.
Arriving with him were a few workers who helped move the materials.
However, Qin Shizhong was afraid someone might poach his connection, so he always sent the workers back as soon as they reached the entrance to the mountain ravine.
Then, he would carefully make his way over alone. It was impossible to overstate his caution. For the better part of a year, Zhang Deming had watched him do this but had no issue with it.
After Zong En let Qin Shizhong in, Spiritual Power surged around him as several vines, wrapped around a pile of materials, carried them over to Zhang Deming.
After setting the items down, however, he didn't begin their usual exchange.
Zhang Deming looked at him, puzzled. "What is it? Is something the matter?"
Qin Shizhong nodded. "Senior Brother Zhang, I was wondering, would you accept mutated defensive materials?"
Zhang Deming asked, puzzled, "What kind of mutation?"
