Ending his long-range projection, Han Xiao opened his eyes within his palace, his emotions overflowing in joy.
"Seven Calamity Grades joined, with one of them even being a Beyond Grade A seed. This wave of talents is good quality."
He had only been interested in the resources accumulated by the Beast Ancestor and did not covet the latter's offspring because both sides were enemies after all. Even if he were to forcefully accept the troops and force the descendants to work for him, there would always be resistance.
There was also a chance that they would not put in their best effort, and their numbers would allow them to pollute the army and form a faction, which would become a ticking time bomb.
A melon that is forcefully plucked will not be sweet.