As the steward in charge of mining operations, Cao Xiong had a sizable courtyard on the barren, desolate mountain.
Although it was built entirely of stacked stones, it still looked quite respectable.
"Senior Brother."
Bai Er rushed in from outside and said in a hushed voice:
"There's a big commotion outside. The disciples patrolling the mine tunnels have all been transferred away. They shouldn't be back anytime soon."
"That fellow named Zhu went to see Mu Tian. He's definitely not coming back."
Cao Xiong sat enthroned on a large, tiger-skin chair. In the glow of the oil lamp, his burly frame resembled a seated black bear.
Upon hearing this, he slowly opened his eyes, a cold, dark glint flashing through them.
"Let's begin."
"Have Xiao Bufan's team of miners take the Iron Evil Ore over. Make sure they conceal their presence and erase their tracks."
"Yes, sir." A man behind him acknowledged the order and quickly departed.
