The auction hall gradually filled with people. Although there were many attendees, it did not feel crowded in the slightest. Clearly, the layout had been planned to perfection.
At the same time, Mo Yu entered his private box and sat down.
The seats were made of jade and covered with soft fur. Sitting in one of them, one could even faintly feel wisps of spiritual energy flowing into the body. Clearly, neither the jade nor the fur was ordinary.
The grandeur of this auction hall was indeed far beyond anything Mo Yu had seen on the Dou Qi Continent.
As time passed, the atmosphere in the auction hall gradually reached its peak. Finally, as a pillar of light shot up from the center of the hall, the faint sound of a bell seemed to echo through the air.
Countless gazes turned toward it.
Within the pillar of light, a white-robed old man appeared. He had white hair and a white beard, a solemn face, and an expression that never smiled, giving off an extremely serious feeling.
Generally speaking, someone with such an air was wholly unsuited to host an auction. Yet after his appearance, the noise in the auction hall instead quieted somewhat, followed by several exclamations of surprise.
"Is this auction actually being hosted by Grandmaster Mo Qing? It looks like the standards are quite high."
"Indeed. Grandmaster Mo Qing is the Chief Auctioneer of Shang City. He can identify the authenticity and details of any treasure with just one glance. He never personally hosts ordinary auctions."
"Looks like I came to the right place this time."
"..."
Mo Yu heard the whispers from below. With a slight shift of his gaze, he looked at the white-robed old man, not expecting him to be so famous.
"Third Rank Sovereign.