The young man in luxurious clothing strode in.
"Your lucky day has arrived." The young man in luxurious clothing looked down at Jiang Ye condescendingly, "A month from now, the Sect will send you to the frontline battlefield, make sure you perform well."
"Frontline battlefield?" Jiang Ye was momentarily stunned.
Then an incredulous expression appeared on his face.
Being a Horse Feeder Slave, the lowest existence in the Sect, he had no combat power to speak of.
Being sent to the frontline battlefield? That's being used as cannon fodder, certain to die.
But before Jiang Ye could think further.
"Bang!!" The young man in luxurious clothing suddenly whipped down.
"Are you deaf?"
"Didn't you hear what this young master said?" the young man in luxurious clothing coldly reprimanded.
"I heard." Jiang Ye responded quickly.
"Continue working for me this month." The young man in luxurious clothing scolded, "If I catch you slacking, severe punishment awaits!"
