The woman shook her head, merely looking at Tang Feng. There was no warmth in her eyes, nor any coldness.
Only indifference remained.
"Starting tomorrow, go and purchase some shadow slaves. There's no limit to the number—buy as many as you can, but only those with potential," she said, handing over the Immortal Crystals.
"Is there an age restriction?"
"No, just buy anyone you think is capable."
"Aren't you afraid I'll take the Immortal Crystals and run?"
"No. No matter where you go, you won't escape the palm of my hand," Tang Feng replied.
"I'll head out right now." Shadow One spoke no more, stood, and left the room.
Tang Feng smiled. She was worth cultivating—swift and decisive in her actions.
The next morning, close to two hundred shadow slaves were waiting outside the inn.
Tang Feng was momentarily stunned at the sight, while Shadow One's lips curled slightly into a faint smile.
