The slave owner with whom the Eldest Prince was negotiating was also a member of the Flame Moon, dressed in luxurious robes and possessing considerable cultivation. There was a hint of disdain on his face as he glanced at Xu Qing, who had stopped not far away, before turning his gaze to the Eldest Prince."
"It's not like I can't sell them to you."
"But, you see, are you of the human race, or are you a member of the Flame Moon Mystic Heaven? The difference here is not the same."
"If it's the human race, you don't have the qualifications to buy slave cultivators. If it's my Flame Moon Race, I can sell some to you."
The slave owner calmly spoke and casually pried open the mouth of a human prisoner of war beside him.
"Look, these teeth are still not bad. He has value."