Within a dimly lit dungeon shrouded in drifting dust, Jian suddenly sneezed.
"Ah-choo!"
He rubbed his nose with a puzzled expression.
"Who's talking about me?"
Muttering to himself, he tightened his grip on the pickaxe in his hands and swung it once more.
Clang!
Clang!
The sharp sound of metal striking crystal echoed throughout the silent dungeon as Jian continued mining into the rocky wall.
The stone was unbelievably tough—even as a Celestial, he found it difficult to break and had to exert considerable strength with every swing. Bit by bit, he carefully pried chunks of shimmering earth-attributed natural crystals from the unyielding rock.
Dust clung to his clothes, and a layer of sweat covered his forehead.
Jian's once-neat, wealthy appearance had become rather miserable after spending the past two and a half days mining without rest.
