Hippo Ancient City

The gentle autumn breeze brushed against his face, like delicate little hands caressing him. Having completed the massive task of skin grafting, Li Ziran felt utterly relaxed.

Especially now, with the bustling crowds rushing toward him, the flourishing scene made him feel as though he were standing in a sea of humanity—indescribably at ease.

After traveling nonstop for seven or eight days, he finally no longer had to endure the miserable life of wind and blazing sun.

The hurricanes ravaging the entire Wasteland were completely blocked by the towering city walls. The cold currents from the Ice Plains collided with the hot currents of the Wasteland, turning this place into a uniquely mild and comfortable region.

If he had not seen it with his own eyes, Li Ziran would never have believed that such a paradise-like, livable place existed in the Wasteland.

"Slaves, slaves! Cavefolk just caught, cheap and good!"

"Girls! Sixteen- or seventeen-year-old girls! Professional stall—buy early, get them early!"

"Freshly captured Sea Folk! Clam Maidens, innocent enough to kill for! Hurry up and make your move!"

All kinds of cries rose from the roadside, ringing in Li Ziran's ears like wonderful music.

"Too comfortable."

The cries of slave-selling gave him the pleasant feeling of returning to the womb.

One glance was enough to show that there was no end in sight. The roadside was almost entirely filled with slave stalls. Most slave owners used iron chains to lead their slaves and sold them directly on the street.

However, these slaves were relatively low-end. Behind the scattered stalls stood fully established shops, which not only sold all kinds of slaves, but also sold products that came with slave trading.

Iron chains, slave badges, torture instruments, whips—these were all commonly used.

Li Ziran spent one copper coin on seawater in