"With this Blood Sacrifice, the Cold Blood Mine's soil will be much softer within ten days. Even ordinary tools will be able to mine it."
"Quickly arrange for people to excavate the ore vein. No delays!"
The White-Robed Man's voice was calm, but the meaning behind his words made hearts tremble.
Li Jinghong dared not say more. He forcibly suppressed his shock and hurriedly acknowledged the order.
"If you handle this matter well, when the clan's eligible youngsters enroll next year, I'll grant you a place."
The White-Robed Man glanced at Li Jinghong. His airy remark instantly turned Li Jinghong's fear into delight. "My lord, rest assured! I definitely won't fail your expectations!"
Li Jinghong fell to his knees with a thud, repeatedly professing his loyalty.
"I'm tired!"
"Make the arrangements properly."
The White-Robed Man waved his hand, impatience showing on his face. He took a step forward and vanished after a few flickers.
Li Jinghong rose and looked at the densely packed Ice Sculptures again. There was no trace of fear left in him. His gaze shifted toward the remaining Patrol Inspectors, who were about to scatter in all directions.
"Everyone, come over and assemble!"
Li Jinghong shouted.
Faced with Li Jinghong's order, the dozens of surviving Patrol Inspectors were clearly timid and shrinking back. After all, the warning was right before their eyes—who wouldn't be afraid? But soon, under Li Jinghong's combination of carrot and stick, the surviving Patrol Inspectors slowly gathered in the mine pit.
Chu Mu followed behind them, his expression slightly heavy. He had not been able to hear the White-Robed Man and Li Jinghong's conversation clearly, but from Li Jinghong's appearance, he knew that the danger had probably passed.
But...
Chu Mu looked around at the Ice Sculptures. The complexity in his heart was