Zhu Ying handled matters with swift efficiency. By that afternoon, the thirty elite savages were sent to the small courtyard.
Clad in black armor yet with disheveled hair, the savages appeared before Chen Jiuge, standing in a disorderly line.
The female official responsible for delivering the savages reminded him, "Manager Chen, these savages possess low Spiritual Wisdom, roughly equivalent to that of a ten-year-old child of our Human Clan."
"Their Cultivation is all at the Heavenly Origin Realm; they will require close supervision."
"That won't be an issue. Big Bone, Second Bone, this group is your responsibility now. I expect them to be obedient."
"CHITTER CHITTER."
A fiery red mouse, about the size of an adult's palm, emerged sleepily from beneath Chen Jiuge's long hair.
