"Reporting to you, the first batch of one hundred thousand Devil Race slaves you ordered has all been transported to Le'an Commandery and received by the other side. Thirteen died during transport, caused by internal brawls."
Chu Zhao, an Old Ancestor of the Seven Clans of Lone Dragon Island and the current chief steward of Lone Dragon Island's internal affairs, stood respectfully below Ye Zhen in the reception hall.
"My lord, the second batch of one hundred thousand Devil Race slaves has also been prepared. Once the fleet returns, they will be transported to Le'an Commandery in batches according to your instructions. All slave-trading procedures have also been fully prepared."
Gai Jun seized the chance to answer, hurriedly making his presence known before Ye Zhen.
Gai Jun was now utterly convinced. He no longer harbored any other thoughts, wishing only to earn Ye Zhen's favor, maintain his current position, and cultivate in peace to improve himself.
After more than a decade on the Primordial Continent, Gai Jun had thoroughly understood the environment he was in and put himself in his proper place.
He understood that on the Primordial Continent, he was merely a minor pawn who could be crushed to death at any moment. He was no longer the figure on the True Profound Continent who could summon wind and rain, whose single word decided the lives and deaths of countless people.
In contrast, Ye Zhen, who now bore many titles, had grown into a towering tree on the Primordial Continent—at least in his eyes.
"Also, the fifty thousand Devil Race slaves my lord allocated to Lone Dragon Island have already been put to work. It is estimated that after one year, Lone Dragon Island's fertile fields will increase by more than double.
"The output of all kinds of ores