Unless they were bandits from the Bitter Immortal Realm.
Han Muye squatted down and looked at a burly man cowering on the ground.
"Fellow Daoist, you seem to be interested in this guy. Look, his cultivation level is not low. He's at least at the Human Immortal Realm. If his body hadn't been shattered and his spirit damaged, he would be challenging to capture."
A middle-aged man in a gray robe hurriedly walked over and spoke with a smile.
Human cultivators didn't sell well in this market.
After all, they were of the same race and were not easy to enslave. Many cultivators were unwilling to buy them.
The bestsellers were those charming female demons.
Smooth.
"Were they all captured from the Bitter Immortal Realm?" Han Muye said casually.
His voice made the curled-up man, whose eyes had been closed, suddenly open them wide.
Seeing Han Muye's face, the burly man widened his eyes.
