They really were birds of a feather!
Shu Xin couldn't help admiring the two of them. Each had skin thicker than the other.
Chen Changan had said those words with such righteous indignation, his face full of smug pride.
Auctions for members of the Perfect Race didn't happen often, and there was no telling where one might take place.
The last auction had been a hundred years ago.
So when an auction for members of the Perfect Race appeared in Feiyun City this time, it drew plenty of attention.
The auction was still half a month away, but Feiyun City had already gathered quite a crowd.
Chen Changan and the other two had searched for ages before finally finding an inn to stay at.
Ren Xuan was weak, so he wouldn't draw much attention. Naturally, the task of gathering information fell to him.
Ren Xuan was gone for several hours. By the time he returned, night had fallen.
Seeing the look on Ren Xuan's face, Chen Changan smiled and asked, "What? Was it hard to handle?"
"It was a little difficult."
"Far too many people have come this time. There are probably nearly a hundred World Kings at the Transcendence Realm."
"After all..."
At this, Ren Xuan glanced at Shu Xin.
Shu Xin said from the side, "Young Master Ren, please speak freely."
"After all, members of the Perfect Race are incredibly tempting. And they aren't just for one's own pleasure; once you tire of them, you can still trade them for benefits."
"Besides, it's not easy to catch an auction like this, so naturally, many people don't want to miss it."
"It'll be very difficult to rescue them from under all these people's noses."
Nearly a hundred World Kings at the Transcendence Realm—that really was a bit troublesome.
"What