Luo Ye stood on the mountaintop of the Demon Beast Mountain Range, looking at the people below in ragged clothes. The whip in his hand, dipped in cold water, cracked crisply on the ground, and he nodded in satisfaction at the Long Whip in his hand.
"Hurry up, stop dawdling!"
Below, a long line of people in Shackles was being escorted by several neatly dressed Soldiers. Those Shackled people only wore scanty clothes, both men and women, like hogs waiting to be slaughtered, without any distinction of gender.
Among them, a few had just joined this long line, shouting curses at the Soldiers escorting them, even tugging at the Shackles on their chests, making clinking noises. They were Mercenaries heading to the Demon Beast Mountain Range, never expecting that today they would become Prisoners.
