Han Yu ignored the words of the clerk and checked the list again, not wanting to miss anything. The clerk too left him alone, having already seen such a scene many times.
After a few more minutes, Han Yu scrolled through the last screen of the list and felt a slow, deep exhale leave him.
No familiar faces. Not a single one.
The list refreshed several times while he browsed, new bids appearing and changing, but none of the displayed slaves looked remotely like anyone he recognized from the Twin Leaf Peak sect or the other righteous sects that had entered the tomb.
There were no robes. No identifying marks. No information on origins.
The sect had stripped them all of identity the moment they were captured. Han Yu had expected as much, but the reality of it still made his chest tighten painfully. The Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect treated them like livestock, not people. Their names, affiliations, and histories held no value.
The clerk leaned forward again, eyebrow raised.
