I Don't Have to Find It Myself, Do I?

Several mountains made of trash rose up at the place the collateral-clan boy had taken them to.

Inside the blackened stone walls, broken flying swords and shattered pill furnaces were piled in heaps.

Burned-out ground, cracked jade tablets, ores whose identities were difficult to discern, and scraps of metal filled the valley floor.

The greasy smell of oil mixed with the stench of burning and stabbed at their noses.

Baek Cheong stopped and stared at the scene before her for a while.

“Where are we?”

“This is the disposal site.”

The boy carefully answered, having lost the confident air with which he had been leading the way only moments ago.

“All the waste produced by every peak of Biyun Sect is collected here without exception.”

“All of it?”...