"Pity?"
Zheng Cheng looked at Ye Xishui, and said solemnly, "I only see the pitiful three million souls trapped inside the Blood Guanyin."
"If one were to blame, blame them for being born into the Half-Inferior Tribe."
"As long as they sincerely join us, they will eventually become part of Xia Country. Why is there a need for pity?"
"At the very least, I have never proposed for their entire tribe to be reduced to prostitutes!"
"You..."
"Xishui!"
Zhou Xinyu frowned and said, "This matter pertains to the great plan of Xia Country for the next hundred years. Do not speak without understanding!"
"I ..."
Ye Xishui was somewhat taken aback at the serious expression on Zhou Xinyu's face.
In the many years that she has known him since childhood, she has never seen Zhou Xinyu as serious as he is now!
"I understand."
Zhou Xinyu nodded, "The assessment is about to end soon, the last three elders definitely have something to say."