Master Yemo's voice seemed to carry a magic power that made people involuntarily feel goodwill and a sense of closeness.
The most evident were the three men standing behind Chen Hao, who had been panic-stricken, trembling just a moment ago. But now the panic on their faces had vanished, and when they looked at Master Yemo sitting in the center, they unwittingly revealed a smile.
As if they were afraid of displeasing Master Yemo!
"Fine, release those women. They are the ones I'm looking for," Chen Hao pointed towards the figures beside Master Yemo.
Beside Master Yemo, besides jars steaming with small children inside, there were also several single beds arranged around, almost encircling Master Yemo completely.
There were six beds in total, each with a woman in white lying on it, though calling their attire white clothing would be less accurate than describing it as gauze.
