As Su Chen's words fell.
The vortex disappeared, vanishing into absolute silence.
"Young boy Su, you're in some trouble." At that moment, Old Mu's voice came through.
"Old Mu knows the Imperial Family?" Su Chen was a bit surprised and hadn't expected it at all.
"Indeed, I do. The Imperial Family once sent people to the Ningtian Continent." Old Mu revealed a heavy piece of news.
"What?"
"The Imperial Family sent people to Ningtian Continent to demand that the continent provide them with one hundred million martial cultivators to serve as slaves." Old Mu continued: "It must have been several hundred thousand years ago."
"And then?" Su Chen was a bit curious about the outcome.
"Then the leaders of the Ten Great Powers of Ningtian Continent discussed it and refused."
Refusal was within reason.
