In the silent, deserted alley, the gloomy man carried the long-haired youth over his shoulder and stopped before an utterly inconspicuous iron door.
After a series of knocks in a peculiar rhythm, the man withdrew his hand and stood quietly at the entrance to wait.
After quite a while, the iron door opened from within. Without exchanging a single word, the gloomy man carried Huo Yuhao inside.
One, two... eight people in total, all Soul Masters: one Soul King, three with Soul Ancestor Cultivation, and the rest Great Soul Masters.
There were another five prisoners in the next room. Judging by their auras, they were probably commoners.
Using Mental Detection, Huo Yuhao, who appeared to be unconscious, had grasped all their information the instant he entered.
"What's going on? Didn't I tell you to lie low lately?"
When the Soul King saw Huo Yuhao over the gloomy man's shoulder, he could not help frowning. His voice carried a sinister chill.
"Don't worry, don't worry. I checked the surroundings before making my move. Absolutely no one saw me!"
The gloomy man seemed somewhat frightened. He shrank his neck and avoided their gazes.
"It had better be."
The Soul King snorted coldly, then shifted his gaze to Huo Yuhao on the man's shoulder. "What kind of goods could make you so tempted?"
At those words, the gloomy man's throat bobbed sharply, and a lewd smile spread across his face.
"I ran into her on the street tonight by chance. She's still young, and that face... absolutely top quality!"
As soon as he said this, several people exchanged knowing smiles, their eyes carrying varying degrees of suggestive meaning. Only one young, somewhat thin man frowned.
"Is that so?"
The Soul King seemed to have had his interest piqued as well. He tilted his