The speaker was Ling Xiao Li, one of the royal family's direct descendants. His own cultivation was nothing special, but he had a good father who held an important post within the clan, which was how he landed the cushy job of overseeing the Blood Gold Mining Area.
Ling Xiao Li managed the vast number of miners with extreme strictness. He set a daily production quota, and if they failed to meet it, the miners would be punished.
Mining blood gold was a life-threatening job. Unless someone no longer wanted to live, who would be willing to do such a thing?
Every miner here had been forced into it one way or another. Some had been captured by the royal family, while others had been bought by them. Not only did they have to risk their lives mining blood gold for the royal family without receiving any compensation, but even if they died in the mines, the royal family would not pay them a single coin or even provide them with a proper burial.
In the past, dead miners had either been casually discarded or taken away to be refined and broken down. Worse still, some were thrown to the demon pets Ling Xiao Li kept as food.
The miners had long been filled with resentment, yet they lacked the strength to resist. For years, they could only grit their teeth and endure the royal family's oppression.
It was time for the daily tally again. The amount of blood gold the miners had extracted today fell just a tiny bit short of the quota Ling Xiao Li had set.
Several mine foremen trembled in fear and hurriedly apologized to Ling Xiao Li, explaining why they had failed to meet the target.
"Mine Master, it wasn't because we were slacking off.