Over the boundless farmlands, countless aliens, standing ten feet tall with a pair of horns on their heads, dark-skinned, and with four legs, toiled in the fields.
"Young Master, these farmers belong to the indigenous Black Bull Clan of the small world. They are naturally strong but somewhat slow-witted and gain very little strength even with the simplest cultivation methods."
Listening to the butler's introduction and looking out over the endless Spirit Rice Fields, Xu Feng nodded.
"If we want to turn this small world into a field for cultivating Spiritual Medicines in the future, would we need to purchase some aliens adept at planting flowers and herbs?" Xu Feng asked.
"The Young Master is correct. However, this small world has limited capacity for absorbing spiritual power, so even if we turned it into a field for Spiritual Medicines, we would need to proceed slowly," said the butler cautiously.