Dust Brahman Nation, Dark Prison.
"Teacher, another batch of inferior civilians has been sent over." An old man respectfully bowed. He looked with slight reverence at the white-robed middle-aged man seated cross-legged on a warm stone bed before him.
Almost all the higher-ups in Dust Brahman Nation dreaded this king.
They had no choice. The king was a level-two Cosmos God! Almost nobody in the Dust Brahman Nation could resist. All of them could only obediently listen to his orders.
"Oh?" Dust Brahman King opened his eyes and spoke nonchalantly, "Are you able to collect enough for a bottle?"
"Yes, we could." The old man mentioned with a slight tremble.
"Then go do it!" Dust Brahman King indifferently said.
"Yes."
The old man obediently left.
