Inside the command room of the Jiang Clan's imperial-class Starship, a middle-aged man sat in the seat of command, his fingers tapping lightly against the armrest in a steady rhythm.
His face was stern, his gaze deep, as though he could see through everything. He was Jiang Wuya, the Jiang Clan's patriarch. He spoke slowly, his voice even:
"Have those humans on Blue Star gathered to prepare to leave?"
The people behind him exchanged glances, none daring to answer. A moment later, Jiang Yu appeared in the doorway. He strode over to Jiang Wuya and bowed slightly.
"Patriarch, I've already notified them."
Jiang Wuya glanced up at him. "How did they react?" Jiang Yu shrugged, a hint of indifference in his voice.
"How else? A bunch of natives, scared shitless. They're probably packing up to run away right now. But quite a few still refuse to budge... they aren't willing to abandon their homes."
A trace of regret crept into his voice.
"It's just a shame I didn't get to see them sobbing their eyes out."
He did not mention what Lin Ming had said. To him, it was merely a native's defiant bluster before death. A native who had never even ventured beyond the Star Sea dared to threaten the Jiang Clan? How laughable.
Jiang Wuya nodded, a cold glint flashing through his eyes. "A pity. I was hoping to kill them all in one go. It seems we'll have to spend a little more time on it."
His tone was calm, as though he were discussing something utterly trivial. The people behind him nodded in agreement, some even revealing cruel smiles.
"You're right, Patriarch. Leaving these natives alive would only cause trouble."
Jiang Wuya continued tapping the armrest, the sound echoing through the silent command room. "Not a