"All soldiers forged by the Sacred Wing race will remain under their control, especially for clone soldiers like what you received from them. The Sacred Wing race has full control over them through the genetic locks in their bodies," said Master Crystal.

"Genetic locks? Where were the locks installed?" asked Maley in astonishment.

"Here," Master Crystal pointed at Maley's head.

"Master, can you tell me more? I apologize for being rude earlier," said Maley, who was starting to get nervous.

"I've been standing for too long. My lips are parched, and I'm even feeling light-headed from all the standing. I can't talk anymore," Master Crystal started acting up.

'Sigh. Why are these cats all the same?' I thought with a sigh.

"Yes, that's my mistake. Men, get our guests seated and serve them some food and drinks," ordered Maley loudly.

The warriors that had been listening to Master Crystal understood why Maley was nervous. The issue also concerned their survival. Thus, they worked quickly to carry some seats in and fill the table with food and drinks.

Looking at the grass and worms on the table, Master Crystal started cursing inwardly....