After Long Yue vouched for Cat One and his two brothers, they gathered their tribespeople and waited for the empire's notice to relocate inland.
As it happened, the empire wanted to develop Eastsea City's overseas territory, so Cat One's tribe and the other tribes were put aboard ships together and transported there.
"You probably won't have many chances to return to the Spirit Ice Continent," Long Yue said.
Only when he saw actual natives of the Spirit Ice Continent being transported to the coastal waters of the Douluo Continent did Long Yue realize how great an impact his population resettlement plan had.
It was practically the Douluo Continent's version of the "triangular trade."
"That's fine. As long as we have enough food and warm clothes, anywhere can be home." Cat One and his two brothers took it in stride.
There was no use doing otherwise. They could hardly rebel against the Divine Realm Empire. Having food and drink, keeping their families and fellow tribespeople safe-that was already good enough.
Had they not seen the heaps of white bones beneath the Soul Tool Railway? Those all belonged to natives who had refused to submit.
On East Sea Island, the fleet dropped off Cat One, his two brothers, and those natives-or rather, indigenous inhabitants. Joander stayed behind as well. This time, he had brought a host of construction crews, determined to develop the overseas territory properly.
"Rest assured. I will make Eastsea City the foremost city overseas." Joander brimmed with enthusiasm, looking rather like the governor of a region now.
A One-Word Battle Armor Master was equivalent to a rank-seventy Soul Saint, after all. Keeping a territory under control would be no problem at all.
Even Skyfrost City's grand duke was only a Soul Emperor, yet he already ruled a grand duchy.