Song Chen walked out of the Slave Market. Light spilled slowly down from the ceiling overhead, stretching everyone's shadow out long.
Shelly followed behind him barefoot, her silvery-white toes touching the cold metal floor. Each step was so light it barely made a sound.
She suddenly sensed an extremely faint ripple of psychic energy leaking from the man ahead of her. It was like a bottomless black sea; even the slightest overflow left her struggling to breathe.
There was already an unbridgeable gulf between the seventh rank and eighth rank of the Star Corona Realm.
Shelly had seen quite a few eighth-rank cultivators in the Blood-Eclipse Star System. She remembered their auras, like fire or wind.
But this man was different. His aura was far too heavy, so heavy he hardly seemed to belong to the Star Corona Realm. The closer she got, the colder she felt.
That cold had nothing to do with temperature. It was a despair rising from the depths of her soul.
She suddenly remembered how she had ended up here.
In the Fourth District of the Blood-Eclipse Star System, she had once had a home and a few people she could talk to.
Then the Blood-Eclipse Clan had wiped out her organization, and she had watched those people die one after another.
She had survived, only to be captured, fitted with a Control Ring, and stuffed into a cage just two meters square.
After that, she had been sold, then sold again...
By the time she could finally make sense of her surroundings, she was already in the Milky Way, standing in this steel city called Heavenly Pivot.
Now another man had bought her. She did not know his name, why he had bought her, or what awaited her. All she knew was that she