Wei He nodded. What he had asked was really a test of whether one person could buy two slaves.
The other party's answer confirmed his guess.
After he paid and signed the contract, Jiang Su was soon brought before him with a collar fastened around her neck.
The other end of the collar's rope was placed in his hand.
"From today onward, she is your property. Please note that if she is let out and harms someone, you will bear the legal responsibility."
The strong woman explained.
"Because she is the dog you keep. If your dog bites someone, naturally you must compensate them. You understand that, yes?"
"I understand." Wei He nodded.
The accents of Great Yue's people were still much the same as before, with little change.
That spared him the trouble of learning everything from scratch.
"Good." The strong woman nodded.
Wei He simply waited there.
Very soon, he bought Number Seven as well for sixty.
Because the girl's cultivation was inferior to Jiang Su's, only at Second Blood, her price was lower.
The lower one's cultivation, the shorter the guaranteed lifespan. Thus, when Wei He made his bid, there were not even many people competing with him.
Before long, Wei He completed all of Number Seven's procedures as well.
As long as he could prove that he was not a True Force martial artist, possessed the strength to suppress slaves, and could pay, Feiyun Tower, the seller, did not care in the slightest where he came from.
Their goal was actually very simple: to make those who cultivated True Force thoroughly fall into becoming a disgrace and a bottom-rung class despised by everyone.
To make their status in society completely sink to the lowest level.
Wei He saw this clearly as well.
Great Yue deliberately traded