Fifty years later.
Su Hao received a notification from Little Light. He set aside his work and Teleported to the various Transformation Stars to inspect the first batch of Transmigrators he had deployed there.
Of the original two hundred Transmigrators, eighty had remained when Su Hao counted them fifty years ago. Now, only fifty were left.
Still, these Transmigrators were far more resilient than Su Hao had expected. He had originally thought that having twenty survivors would already be quite good.
Su Hao thought to himself, "Since you can still hold on for another fifty years, I'll follow through on my original idea and have Ashan take you in as disciples. Of course, whether you can catch Ashan's eye will depend on yourselves."
After thinking it over, he found Ashan and said directly, "Ashan, I sent the first batch of two hundred Transmigrators to the various Transformation Stars. Nearly a century has now passed, and fifty are still alive. Those who could persist until now naturally have something exceptional about them. Perhaps some are rare talents. Go visit those Transformation Stars. If you think any of those fifty catch your eye and are worth cultivating, take them in as disciples. Teach them some knowledge and guide them onto the true path of cultivation, so we can replenish our limited manpower."
Without a moment's thought, Ashan said at once, "Leave it to me, Boss Wei. Within a hundred years at most, you'll have several dozen reliable, capable talents at your disposal!"
Afraid that Ashan might take everyone in indiscriminately just to recruit people and turn their ranks into a smoky, chaotic mess, Su Hao cleared his throat. "Ashan, I'm only making a suggestion. You need to weigh carefully whether to accept them. Talent is not the most important thing—character is. After