Wu Yue's words instantly reminded Chang Ye of something she had said long ago: as long as he made a significant contribution, he could shed his status as a slave and become an ordinary member of the Snow Tiger Tribe.
The elation in his heart nearly overwhelmed him, but he calmed down after a moment.
"Lord Wuyue, the clay for firing this porcelain was discovered by our entire team. The contribution isn't mine alone."
Hearing Chang Ye say this, the surrounding slaves were momentarily stunned, then filled with a sense of warmth and gratitude.
The smile in Wu Yue's eyes deepened. 'I wasn't wrong about him. He's a man of integrity.'
"Their contributions will be accumulated, just like yours have been."
Chang Ye nodded joyfully. Ever since he started working closely with Lord Wuyue, he had done many things to benefit the Snow Tiger Tribe. Although Lord Wuyue hadn't mentioned it, he knew she remembered it all.
With hope in his heart, he became even more motivated.
