Lin Xin continued to sit on his seat, watching others trade.
At this moment, some cultivators who were waiting to trade or who had completed their trades had already begun to make advances on the male or female slaves beside them.
Some even directly pulled a female slave onto their laps and began to move up and down, engaging with her publicly.
Even if the cultivators were motionless, the slaves had pained expressions, forcing smiles and actively presenting themselves at the cultivators' lips, while continually seducing them with tempting poses.
All the slaves were like this, except for the one beside Lin Xin, named Baizi, who was trembling without moving.
"Hmm?" The man in the silver robe suddenly turned his gaze this way, clearly dissatisfied with Baizi's unusual behavior here.
All the slaves here were marked with a slave imprint on their hearts, making it impossible for them to resist any directive from the organizers.
