Usbur and Fire King Patriarch looked at each other. Dole's avatar possessed extraordinarily deep magical power—what kind of slash could consume so much magic power? How brutally fierce had that move been? And who had he struck?
The two of them sensed that something was wrong. Who had Dole clashed with, and how far had the conflict escalated?
Dole did not seem inclined to say much to Fire King Patriarch. He cupped his hands and said to Usbur, "Brother, come with me for a moment." With that, he hurriedly slipped toward the main hall in the back.
Usbur knew why Dole was going inside. Hearing himself summoned, he immediately darted in after Dole.
The moment they entered the hall, Dole slowed his pace, and Usbur caught up from behind.
Dole took out a freshly refined ring and said casually, "I went in and collected quite a bit of primal material. I'll give you five hundred thousand tons. Will that be enough?"
Usbur froze. Primal material—was Dole talking about that soil?
He immediately nodded. "Yes, yes, yes. However much you give us is fine. We have ways to produce some soil ourselves now, but the speed is far too slow. How long have you even been in there?" Usbur suddenly felt alarmed.
Primal material was not so easily obtained. As expected, this fellow really had a method.
As Dole walked, he smiled faintly. "When it comes to matters beyond the domain, we understand more than you do. Also, the person I said I slashed just now was Toby of the Alexander Family. Go back and restrict the Alexander Family—keep them under twenty people. If they exceed twenty, don't let them enter. The situation is too chaotic right now. Too many people inside is no good thing. Or restrict every faction to