Devil Lord Sackcloth frowned at the row of men and women before him.
Their snow-white bodies were stripped bare, tied to crossbeams, posed in all manner of positions.
Treating people like livestock and selling them—this really was a local specialty.
"They sell them tied up like this? Does no one govern this place?"
Beside him, a dark-skinned slave trader with deep-set eyes and a high nose answered obsequiously.
"One look tells me you're an honored guest from outside. We don't concern ourselves with that here. This is the Buddha Realm."
"The Buddha Realm doesn't concern itself with this either?"
"Their present state is the karmic consequence of causes and effects. They were fated to be slaves and servants, repaying the evil karma accumulated through beginningless kalpas of past lives."
He really did have a rationale for it.
"Then handling them like this counts as 'no self, no person, no sentient being, no lifespan,' and as having no discriminating mind, doesn't it?"
"You truly possess the root of wisdom."
The slave trader praised him. "I'd never considered such Dharma principles. Have you taken a liking to any?"
"They'll do."
This Immortal True Person answered casually, while thinking that the youngsters under his command really were rough around the edges.
He had been bored stiff after spending over half a year in the Mysterious Capital Realm, and on a sudden whim had come out to relax and seek a few opportunities.
Opportunities had to be sought out.
Devil Lord Sackcloth knew his own affairs best.
He was an old-established Six Desires Devil Lord and had attained the Longevity Realm nearly a thousand years ago, yet his cultivation had seen little progress.
That could not all be blamed on himself.
The chief issue was that attaining the Dao through the Longevity Sect's arts