"Hey, Ao Zhan, how many is that for you now?"
In the starry sky, within a gigantic mining site emitting various energies and radiance, a skinny and dark, defiant young man, tapped the middle aged man next to him.
"Eleventh one!"
The man responded nonchalantly, with no change in his tone.
"Damn, already your eleventh, is the rush really that high?"
The young man said, somewhat shocked.
"I want to get out. I don't want to die in this graveyard."
The man's words silenced the young man for a moment.
"There is no escape. Those guys won't let us out, and even what's inside this mining site is just good-looking junk."
"You are aware, every Dragon Clan, be it the Lizard Dragon or us, they all like shiny things."
"The more you dig, the higher their expectations of you."
"Old Qing, he had the same idea as you. In the end, he never managed to leave. Look, he died right over there."