Zhang Yuelu concealed her presence as she moved through the warehouse, not wanting the guards nor the imprisoned slaves to see her.0

This warehouse area resembled a prison that was divided into numerous rooms. Some rooms held only one person, each extraordinarily good-looking. Their treatment was relatively decent, with good food and no clear signs of abuse.0

After all, the Heavenly Court intended to sell them for high prices. Beating them bloody or keeping them filthy would be bad for business.0

There were also common dormitories. The captives here were worse off than those in the single rooms, but not atrociously so. Some of them had superficial injuries. It was not because the Heavenly Court was kinder than the West Shakya Company. Their business models simply differed.0

Zhang Yuelu glanced across the pitiful slaves without much expression. After all, she was no saint. She was cold-hearted in her own way. In a sense, many people’s description of Zhang Yuelu resembling the fifth-generation...0