The boy's expression was somewhat melancholy, his eyes fixed on an empty space in front of him, as if staring at something.,These two had been pampered before they were captured, and even as mine slaves, they were unwilling to suffer hardship. However, the identity of a mine slave was lowly, and the people of Evil Moon Valley didn't treat them as human at all. Without ore to exchange for contributions, they couldn't even get food.,That was the glow of spiritual power. In other words, he was attacked by a cultivator!。