Seeing the high spirits of the many Insect Soldiers, Lu Yuan laughed: "The number of our brothers and sisters has increased again."
"However, we must strictly control the population size and forbid cannibalism among our own kind, to avoid creating a miasmic mess! We are the wise Insect Race of the big city!"
"Everybody work hard in managing the small cave, let's set an initial modest goal: produce two hundred Spirit Essence every year!"
The Worm Kings, despite missing limbs, fervently patted their own butts in full support of the "King's" wise decision.
"You're kind-hearted... but it's pointless."
"[Insect] as an Anomaly, if it doesn't fight internally, how can it grow strong?] The Ancient Insect disdainfully said.
Lu Yuan spoke with grand ambition: "Of course, by learning knowledge, boosting production, improving skills, and creating ideals! Do you think our insects here behave the same as yours?"
"Our Insect Clan Army here even keeps a clear account of our daily expenses!"
