The loft at the summit of Spirit Crane Island.
Lu Li opened his eyes and slowly exhaled a turbid breath.
Feeling the mana within him advance slightly, he couldn't help but reveal a smile; the daily intake of Spirit Rice was continuously improving his cultivation.
He got up and walked towards the outside of the loft, ready to collect the ores mined in the past few days.
Soon, he reached the pavilion at the foot of the mountain.
The surrounding miners knelt down in fright upon seeing him.
Lu Li waved his hand and gathered a pile of ore into his Storage Bag, about to turn away.
Suddenly, the Array vibrated violently, with waves of light rippling like water across the screen, flickering in and out.
"Not good, we're under attack!"
At that moment, Yan Muyun flew down quickly towards the foot of the mountain, shouting loudly on his way, his sonorous voice echoing all around.