Isle of Life, the slave auction.
Elves, various beastmen, fairies, and even all sorts of precious materials were being bid on by the Ancestral Witch nobility below.
One by one, slaves were sent up for exhibition.
"I bid ten thousand silver coins."
"I bid seventy thousand!"
Below were some merchant nobles, fat and big-eared, who no longer upheld the martial spirit of the past, with no ambition to explore the stars in the sky, but instead, most of them were greedy for enjoyment.
They even called themselves the Sun Nobility.
Ruling the sun and the earth, the source of the world's breath, descendants of gods and Ancestral Witches, born sacred, looking down on other lives.
"It's really infuriating." Below, disguised as members of the Witch Race, several beastman crew members were watching with extreme anger, "So many of our kin have been captured by slave ships and transported here..."
Zhu Zhengwei, however, watched indifferently.
