After purchasing the slaves, Huang Xiaolong led Hui and the slaves back to his own palace.
The four deputy deans could finally rest assured, bid farewell to Huang Xiaolong, and reminded him not to forget tomorrow's draw.
Meanwhile, the palace of the Saint was filled with a joyous atmosphere.
"Young Master, those spies you arranged have all been bought by that Huang! Now, every move of Huang's is completely under your control!"
The Saint, with a face full of mockery, said, "Huang, you are arrogantly unyielding, but in the end, aren't you still to be schemed against by this Young Master? Hmph! Do you really think you could escape from the palm of my hand?"
At the same time.
Huang Xiaolong plastered talismans that isolated and shielded around his palace.
Now, even a high-ranking God could not use their divine consciousness to detect what was happening inside Huang Xiaolong's palace.
Next, Huang Xiaolong led Hui and the many newly-bought slaves into the netherworld.
