"Xiao Chen, send a batch of those secret artifacts those wastes can't repair over to me!"
After driving away the Xia siblings and Yin Du, Li Qingyun instructed Shang Hechen, who was still laughing wildly, deciding to contribute a little more himself.
He could not let petty men like Xia Hengjun and Yin Du succeed in their schemes and truly toss the people of the Thirty-seventh Supervisor around in the end.
"Ancestor Yun, could it be that you've already replicated that batch of Witch Law Incantations?"
His laughter of vented vengeance came to an abrupt halt. Shang Hechen stared at Li Qingyun in shock, scarcely daring to believe it.
Yet this only made him more certain that the person before him was "Zhen Ancestor." Otherwise, none of this could be explained.
After all, how could a mere abandoned son of the Shang Clan possess such ability?
"Mhm." Li Qingyun nodded calmly. "Also, this mission is urgent and arduous. Once it is over, request merit for all those who complete their assigned work. As for wastes like Xi Yang, who merely make up the numbers, record demerits for them. Report every one of their names and let Xia Hengjun handle them as he sees fit!"
Having said that, he cast an indifferent glance toward the towering palace at the center of Blood Bone Dock. His gaze pierced through the dome of the Supervisor's Main Hall and met the aged figure high up in that palace across empty space.
"Shang Zhenyuan?"
"Xia Hengjun!"
Neither spoke, yet their wills clashed faintly for an instant.
From Xia Hengjun, the General Dispatcher of logistics, Li Qingyun sensed a trace of the eerie soul aura of the Shang Clan's Zhen Ancestor, and he could not help sneering inwardly.
"Looks like the Eternal Xia Clan is dark