"Not bad, not bad. With this figure, it's obvious that she's a fledgling. I really don't know how the emperor of the Silver Moon Liberia Empire could bear to auction her off. Look at that gaze. Her temper is fierce. This is the style I like! Five billion!" A middle-aged man sitting in the middle seat stroked his curly beard and sized up Su Luoer with a pair of lecherous eyes. The way he looked at her would make people vomit their dinner from the previous night. This person was wearing a green robe with three wind emblems embroidered on his chest. His strength was about the level of a Five Sword Star Spirit Master.
"He's from the Myriad Wind Sect." Yan Ye patiently explained the information of this continent to Beiting Huang. "Huang'er, you should remember that you killed the Young Master of the Myriad Wind Sect."
