West Continent · Wulian City.
The rumble of wheels, mixed with mud, came to a stop and gathered in a corner by the marketplace.
One enormous cage after another was unloaded and piled together.
Beside the cages stood a wooden platform, onto which a short dwarf leaped.
Clang.
The dwarf struck the bronze gong in his hand.
"The usual rules. Check the starting bids yourselves; first come, first served. Those lacking the strength, don't bid! All paperwork is complete!"
Wei He stood amid the crowd, watching from afar.
Besides observing the cages, he was also observing Great Moon after all these years.
Back in Great Yuan, the people had been left with no livelihood. Disasters came one after another, famine ravaged every region, and civilians could only survive by clinging to the outskirts of major cities.
But now...
With one glance, Wei He could see that the commoners' clothing and spirits had visibly improved.
And there seemed to be far fewer martial artists among them.
The Martial Prohibition Order among the people had truly worked.
Wei He's tall, burly frame stood among the crowd like a crane among chickens, rather conspicuous.
But he was not the only one. There were a few people in the crowd as tall as him, and some even taller.
Still, compared with Great Yuan of the past, their proportion was clearly much lower.
Clang!
Before he could look any longer, Wei He was drawn back by the sound of the gong.
One slave after another was dragged from the large cages and placed on the platform for bidding.
"Five taels!"
"Ten taels!"
"Twenty! I'll pay twenty!"
"One hundred!"
The surrounding spectators immediately grew excited.
Calls for bids rang out one after another.
Wei He swept his gaze over them. Most of those shouting prices were