The women in the arena, the quick-witted ones, bit their lips and met the gaze of Young Master Qingji, hoping he would choose them. Once sent to the Slave Camp, who knows what torment they would endure and what kind of master they would serve. It might be some middle-aged merchant with a fat belly, or perhaps a terrifying demon from the Demon Sect. Rather than face such fates, it was better to follow the handsome young nobleman before them.
Qing Ji's gaze swept over the women, just about to speak, when the corner of his eye caught sight of another large carriage parked ahead, quietly, as if isolated from human qi. He listened intently and heard two people breathing inside, one light and one heavy. He pointed with his hand: "Who is in that carriage?"
