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. "
Chen Xianhe nodded. " That should be the case. Now that the spirit vein of the Chen family has been established, we have a foundation. Once Dao Chu and the others grow up, they will be able to take on the heavy responsibility of the family. It won't be too late to sell the flying swords in large quantities. "
