The creatures of the Nine Heavens present were blankly staring at Lin Qian, still feeling like this situation was a dream, unbelievable.
Was such a good thing falling from the sky even possible for themselves?
The crowd exchanged glances, still feeling a bit uneasy as they looked toward Lin Qian.
They feared that the next moment, the slave master of the Eight-eyed God Tribe before them would turn vicious and that all these words were a joke, and that they were merely dreaming.
But after waiting for a long time, they did not see the Eight-eyed God Tribe react in the direction they had imagined.
Following that, they stayed in this mansion, living there for a full seven days.
Seven days later, in the front yard, the group of slaves was aimlessly walking back and forth.
They were now wearing clean and comfortable clothes, unlike when they first arrived, disheveled and dirty, now neat and tidy.
The seven days spent in this luxurious mansion were the best seven days of their lives.
