"You don't want to? You still have to even if you don't." The steward signalled him to be escorted ahead. He stayed behind to wipe the cold sweat, then he kept up with them hurriedly.
"No, I don't want to be sold to a male brothel. I want to go home. I want to go home..." He struggled and shouted, but he didn't eat for a few days and his cultivation was sealed. He looked very weak, but he was led forward by two cultivators with difficulty.
When they reached the front site, he was locked inside the cage again. Besides him, there were five or six 15 or 16-year-olds in the cage. Their looks were better than those of ordinary youngsters. Moreover, they were all dressed up in new clothes and well-groomed.
He looked at those youngsters with anxiety. Would he really have to be sold to those places?
