Because there had been no intimacy of the flesh, even though Wang Yu had gone in and talked for a while, the total time spent had still been on the shorter side.
The moment he came out, he drew strange looks from every side.
Clearly, they were thinking of rather impolite things. A cultivator who practiced the Joyful Union Demonic Dao and was proficient in the Yin Yang Law could actually be this short and small.
For a time.
Quite a few Demonic Race Prodigies began feeling smug.
Toward this.
Wang Yu was left with nothing but speechlessness. To be bought off by a mere Flying Bear King's Consort until they no longer knew what heaven or earth were—the quality of the Demon Domain's younger-generation prodigies was truly worrying.
However.
What could be confirmed was that quite a number among them were probably fellows like Wang Yu, harboring ulterior motives. In their eyes, whether they mounted the consort or not had no meaning at all.
If she was delivered to them, they would play for a bit; if she was not, that was fine too.
This was merely a small trick to soothe the Demon Heart. If someone was truly bound by it, or even felt they had received some immense favor, then it could only be said that their life was settled.
Perhaps in the Flying Bear King's eyes, using this method to rope in even one or two Demonic Race Prodigies would be a profit. After all, in a world so vast, there was no shortage of strange things, and the Demonic Race were not all cold-blooded, emotionless killing machines.
After Wang Yu, another ten days of price negotiation passed.
In the end, of the top forty seats, only fifteen accepted the Flying Bear King's recruitment. Many, after