"What about the total number of slaves?" Han Yu questioned.
Cao shrugged.
"I don't have exact figures. Each section is managed separately."
He paused briefly, then added,
"But from what I've heard… at least six thousand slaves."
Han Yu's eyes narrowed slightly.
Six thousand.
"And with the cultivators from the three clans?"
Cao gave a small, humorless chuckle.
"Over ten thousand workers in total."
Han Yu felt a faint shift in his chest.
Not fear.
But recognition.
That number was not small. Not in the slightest.
These were not mortals.
Not low-level cultivators.
Every single one of them was at least Core Condensation realm.
And Ten thousand such cultivators gathered in one place… That was not just a workforce, that was an army.
A terrifying one.
Han Yu kept his expression steady.
"And you manage all of them?"
Cao snorted.
"If only."
He shook his head.
"There are other curse masters. Spread throughout the tunnels. Each of us handles a section."
