Thirty feet from the mine entrance, Lu Ye's gaze inadvertently swept over a corner to his left. There, a giant boulder lay across the path.,Under the horrified gaze of both, Lu Ye raised his hand and threw the ore in his hand. It hit one of them squarely on the bridge of his nose. The man let out a yell and fell backwards to the ground, blood streaming down his face.,The cultivators of Xieyue Valley generally wouldn't care about the lives and deaths of the mine slaves. They also knew that fights were common among the mine slaves in the ore veins. Unless they happened to encounter them, they would basically ignore it.。