Gradually adapting to the silver glare, the hundred or so soldiers looked towards the inner side of the warehouse, breathing heavily.
"What, all want a piece?"
Seeing the soldiers' expressions, Xia Hong couldn't help but tease.
"We lost our composure, please forgive us, Lord!"
The soldiers swiftly averted their gaze and turned to bow before Xia Hong, pleading for forgiveness.
"Stand up, stand up, I'm not blaming you. So much silver, even I find it dazzling, let alone you, but these things are more useful to me than to you..."
Xia Hong probably understood this statement best himself.
But with his transcendent status in everyone's mind in Great Xia, all the soldiers upon hearing this showed expressions of agreement, clearly seeing no problem with his words.
After speaking, Xia Hong didn't linger but directly entered the warehouse.
