The other woman knew all too well what her Perfect Race was facing now.
Freedom?
That word simply didn't belong to the Perfect Race.
Every member of the race who was taken away would become someone else's plaything. Even if Xue Rantian and the others died, what difference would it make?
A new master would soon take their place, and they would continue to be others' playthings until their lives came to an end.
Though the Perfect Race had now been branded with Slave Seals and their strength had been suppressed and sealed, their lifespans were still long.
Perhaps everyone wished for endless life, but for the Perfect Race, such long lives were a torment.
"Don't worry. I'm not interested in you."
"What I'm interested in is your Perfect Race," Chen Changan said with a faint smile.
"Y-you... What do you mean?"
"Are you saying you want to make our entire Perfect Race your playthings?"
"Stop dreaming. Do you even have that kind of strength?"
Seeing that she had misunderstood him, Chen Changan smiled and said, "I think you may have misunderstood."
"My name is Chen Changan. Have you ever heard of me?"
"I don't know anyone named Chen Changan. I've never even heard of you."
"Don't you go..."
As she spoke, the member of the Perfect Race suddenly froze. The name Chen Changan had just come back to her.
"You said you're Chen Changan?"
"The Chen Changan who has a grudge against Nian Junxin?"
"I've been in the Nine Profound Domain for so long, and this is the first time I've heard someone call Nian Junxin by her name."
"That's right." Chen Changan smiled and nodded.
"So what if you are Chen Changan?"
"Nian Junxin is ruthless, and her strength is immense. The fact that you're still alive is