Mittel Auction House

Whoosh!

Half an hour later, Liu Ling leaped out of the bath barrel and looked toward Gu He in the pavilion.

"Teacher, I held on for half an hour."

Hearing this, Gu He slowly set down his teacup and nodded at Liu Ling.

"Mm, not bad. Keep it up. Continue tomorrow."

"..."

Liu Ling's mouth twitched slightly, but he ultimately conceded. "Yes, Teacher."

"Apply some Iceheart Salve after you return. It'll help you recover faster." Seeing the slight redness and swelling on Liu Ling's body, Gu He reminded him.

"Alright, Teacher." Liu Ling nodded, then slowly left the courtyard.

Two days later.

Early in the morning, Gu He left the Misty Cloud Sect and arrived in the imperial capital.

He had received word long ago that today was the day Mittel Auction House would hold its auction.

Standing at the end of a bustling street, Gu He looked up at the enormous auction house before him and could not help letting out a sigh of amazement.

Although his former self had visited Mittel Auction House before, this was Gu He's first time seeing such a massive auction house since arriving in this world. He could not help but feel somewhat astonished.

At the entrance of Mittel Auction House, more than a dozen stern-faced men in fitted black clothing stood with sharp weapons at their waists. Their eagle-sharp gazes constantly swept over the crowds entering and leaving.

Judging by the faint auras emanating from them, three of these men were actually Dou Masters, while the rest possessed the strength of Dou Zhes.

Deploying Dou Masters to guard the entrance—the Mittel Family truly deserved its place among the Jia Ma Empire's three great clans. Their strength was indeed formidable.

Gu He was currently dressed in a large white robe that completely concealed