"Hey, you…"
Shu Jingchu had just been about to speak up to stop him when Xue Anye had already walked up to the two large iron cages.
Perhaps because of his approach, the two Elf women huddled together in fear, their beautiful eyes filled with panic and despair.
Just then, a warm greeting sounded from behind.
"Honored guest, have you taken a liking to these two goods?"
Xue An didn't even lift his head, only said flatly, "Elf Race?"
"Heh, honored guest, your insight is truly broad. That's right, these two goods were captured from a lower plane—pure Elves!"
Xue An turned his head. Standing behind him was a middle-aged man in a brocade robe.
What's more, he unusually wasn't using the mist to conceal his face, revealing a well-maintained visage.
Noticing Xue An's gaze, the middle-aged man gave a dazzling smile.
