"Huh? Special minerals?"

Along with the light curtain fishing harvest prompt, there was also a palm-sized iron block that emerged from the void.

The iron block fell into Cui Ze's palm, making a crisp "pop" sound, and the weight was not light.

Cui Ze looked down at the ore in his hand, the gray iron-gray shell was extremely smooth, and it felt extremely cold to the touch, as if it had been soaked in the cold water of the deep sea for a long time.

Cui Zemin

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