Qin Shaofeng had always hated seeing Qing Daoxun with her brows tightly furrowed. "Junior Sister, I know you have a kind heart and can't bear to see them suffer."
"But they lack the ability to protect themselves. Ending up like this was inevitable."
"Even if we can save them, what then? Think about it—isn't that the truth?"
Qing Daoxun's expression immediately dimmed. She gently bit the corner of her lip and said,
"Senior Brother, I know that too, but seeing this spirit slave suffer such misfortune, I truly can't bear to watch."
She lightly pressed her lips together, her tone full of helplessness.
As the two discussed it, the bidding in the auction hall grew increasingly fierce.
Because of the spirit slave's abilities and beauty, the price had already risen by more than tenfold.
"If I could take this spirit slave home, everyone else would be green with envy. I bid ten thousand."
"If such a beauty could attend me and help me cultivate, that would be a marvelous thing. I bid fifteen thousand..."
"..."
As more and more people called out bids, the auction hall became especially heated.
At the same time, however, the lust in those men's eyes grew increasingly blatant.
Qing Daoxun wondered whether she truly had to let this spirit slave suffer such a dreadful fate. She could not bring herself to accept it.
In the end, she tugged on Qin Shaofeng's sleeve and gave him a pitiful look.
Qin Shaofeng felt helpless, but ultimately his heart softened.
It was not Qing Daoxun's fault for feeling this way. Even he could hardly bear to watch.
Such a beautiful spirit slave, once she was no longer useful, would likely become an Alchemy Furnace for cultivation.
Seeing a living, breathing elf like this, he could not bear it