Terreda
Qin Tian's gaze fell on this white-haired barbarian. His eyes were sharp as a hawk's, his pupils a deep brown, carrying the vigilance of long hunts in the wilderness, yet utter calmness, assessing the situation more than other barbarians. His chin was covered with thick beard, making his angular face appear more wild.
"My name is Qin Tian, and I am the buyer of you barbarian slaves." Qin Tian's calm voice resonated in the minds of every barbarian warrior.
At the word "slaves," the barbarians' eyes flared with angry humiliation, glaring fiercely at Qin Tian.
If it were other slave owners, seeing their slaves dare to glare at them, there wouldn't be a lack of electrotherapy sessions in store.
But Qin Tian remained indifferent, not angered, looking at Terreda, he said:
