"This is where I, the emperor... oh, no... this old slave usually cultivates. It is also the largest hall in the Palace of Light!"
"Please take up residence here, Master!"
Agelei respectfully opened a hall and invited He Pingsheng inside.
Indeed, at this moment, Agelei had also become He Pingsheng's slave.
Originally, He Pingsheng had not wanted to take him.
He had suggested that Feng Wu simply slaughter the old fellow, then take his hide and fur to refine seventh-grade talisman paper.
But Feng Wu had said that since the two of them had just arrived, taking this Divine Emperor as a slave would make it easier to learn some of the basic rules of the Thunderwaste Continent.
They could avoid taking unnecessary detours.
So He Pingsheng had agreed and taken Agelei as his slave.
One had to understand that in the Spirit Realm, the number of slaves one could have was not unlimited.
There was a restriction: it could not exceed nine.
Nine at most!
Even if all nine slaves died one day, one could not take any more.
This was a fundamental rule.
Thus, He Pingsheng was becoming increasingly careful about taking slaves.
In the future, he could not take them casually.
He had to save those limited places for high-quality slaves.
"Mm..." He Pingsheng waved his hand. "Come in and sit down. I have some things to ask you!"
He Pingsheng had taken Feng Wu into the magical treasure's space, leaving only himself and Agelei in the entire hall.
He Pingsheng asked him for some basic information about the Thunderwaste Continent.
Naturally, Agelei told him everything he knew, holding nothing back.
"Our continent's greatest advantage is its spirit herbs and all kinds of spirit roots!"
"The Thunderwaste Continent is aligned with wood, so its soil and environment