Translator: Aran

  After the time it took to drink a cup of tea.

  Ye Qingyu saw the electric slaves that the village chief had mentioned.

  At the back of the valley, in a deep cavern, there were about one hundred people in thin coarse robes, and because the temperature in the cave was very high, they were all drenched in sweat. They looked a bit malnourished, and their physique was extremely weak, even more so than the average black-haired Dark Ones. It was completely diff..