Yuan Zhao smiled and shook his head.
"Zhao Chi, there's no such thing as 'not for sale' in this world. It just means the price isn't right. How about this? You name your price. Even if it's absurdly high, I'll seriously consider it."
Zhao Chi sighed. "Your Hero is very strong, too, and a good fit for your own Race. My two Heroes aren't suitable for you."
Yuan Zhao waved his hand dismissively.
"You've kept their faces covered, but I can tell from their figures and posture that their Appearance is probably quite remarkable. Is that one of the reasons you're unwilling to part with them?"
"Of course not."
"Haha, even if it is, that's fine. We're men, I get it. I've got thousands of female slaves of all Races: Succubi, Rabbit Girls, Cat Girls—you name it, I have it. If Appearance is your concern, I can definitely satisfy you. Take your pick."
'Rabbit Girls, Cat Girls, and Succubi? How could any of them compare to Tang Ruan and Qi Yue?'
