"Have the people gathered by the Yan Court been prepared?" Zhao Feng asked, returning to his senses.
"All five hundred have gathered and are now waiting for you in the underground chamber."
"In addition, various food supplies, grain seeds, and crop seeds have been assembled," Zhang Ming immediately replied.
"Let's go."
Zhao Feng did not waste any time.
Now, Han Xi had already gathered so many people, and they would become the first indigenous inhabitants in the Minor World.
The ones managing them were Zhao Feng's own Yan Court Secret Agents.
Zhang Ming immediately followed behind Zhao Feng.
They walked into their main hall.
With a wave of his hand.
The cabinet door opened.
Revealing a passage directly.
Zhao Feng walked into it slowly.
The underground chamber was a world of its own.
In the Yan Court, not only were there assassins but also numerous craftsmen, expert tunnel diggers among them.
"The master has arrived,"
Zhang Ming shouted loudly.
Instantly.
