"Fellow Daoist Huang, wait."
After leaving the Auction venue, Wang Qingling called out to Huang Fugui.
Huang Fugui stopped and grinned, revealing two yellow teeth. He looked exceptionally sleazy.
"Fairy Wang, what a coincidence. I was just thinking of discussing something with you. Let's find somewhere to talk!"
Huang Fugui said enthusiastically. He was a Rogue Cultivator and knew nothing of the coming calamity, but he was quite perceptive.
The appearance of Demon Race, Barbarian Race, and Sea Clan cultivators at the Auction already spoke volumes. The human race intended to ease relations with the Alien Race, and there would be no major war in the near future.
The human race and the Alien Race had fought for years. For relations to suddenly thaw for no reason, either Spirit Transformation cultivators had spoken, or a great calamity was approaching. Judging from the widespread exchanges of rare treasures among the major powers, there was an eighty to ninety percent chance that a great calamity was imminent—perhaps even more severe than the Immortal-Demon War more than four thousand years ago.
It was precisely because of this judgment that Huang Fugui had been frequently trading for treasures, especially things that could save his life.
He had intended to resell that bottle of Golden Glazed Fluid in exchange for Medicinal Pills that could improve his cultivation. Just because he had no use for the Golden Glazed Fluid did not mean others had no use for it.
Before long, Huang Fugui and Wang Qingling arrived at a secluded courtyard.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Wang Qingling got down to business. "Fellow Daoist Huang, I'm very interested in that bottle of Golden Glazed Fluid. Would you be willing to part with it? As long as it is something our Wang Family can provide, feel free to