At these words, Jia Cheng immediately revealed a troubled expression.
"Imperial Tutor, this force exists to maintain the stability of Sky Abyss City."
"There is a mixed crowd here. Without experts to suppress them, trouble will surely arise."
Chen Changsheng nodded at Jia Cheng's words. "You have a point. There is no need to keep even a hundred men. All of you, leave."
"Imperial Tutor, this..."
Before Jia Cheng could finish, Chen Changsheng glared at him.
"You need to understand one thing. I am not discussing this with you—I am giving you an order."
"Within ten days, all forces are to withdraw from Sky Abyss City in stages. This is an order!"
"If I remember correctly, the Seventy-two Earthly Fiends swore an oath from the day they were founded to obey only Desolate Heaven Emperor Wu Li and the Undertaker."
"Has the passage of time made my orders useless?"
Seeing that matters had been put this plainly, Jia Cheng could only cup his hands in salute.
"This subordinate obeys!"
"Now that's more like it."
"Every thousand years, have the God of Wealth send someone here to collect a batch of supplies. I have already settled the prices with her."
"At the same time, the communication facilities here cannot be cut off. They must remain open at all times."
"By the way, what is the main output here?"
"Every faction wants a slice of the pie here. There must be countless good things, right?"
"Reporting to the Imperial Tutor, three thousand li ahead of Sky Abyss City lies a Small World."
"This world is three hundred and eighty million li long and one hundred and twenty million li wide. It contains countless precious ores."
Hearing this, Chen Changsheng frowned. "Why does this world sound like a mineral vein?"
"Reporting to the