Cultivating Forging Apprentices (1)

Shuanghu Island Port.

The Blue Dragon was docked in the middle of the Chen Clan's slave-transporting boats, which were about 150 feet long. It seemed rather small.

In front of the dock.

" You don't have to. " Chen Xianhe waved his hand. " You can all go back now. "

After looking around, Chen Xianhe's gaze finally fell on Chen Daoxuan. A hint of reluctance flashed across his eyes.

"All of you can leave for now."

"Yes, Young Clan Leader."

Chen Daoxuan dismissed his clansmen and stepped forward. " It's better for Thirteenth Uncle to maintain the original number of flying swords you're selling on this trip to Guang 'an Prefecture. "