Many people let out sighs of relief; that unbearably itchy feeling in their hearts had truly been tormenting beyond measure.
Of course, this was also because the treasures appearing at this auction were, in terms of value, far higher than those of the previous few sessions, so they were all the more eager to see the treasure kept at the very bottom of the chest.
Even if they could not bid it down, feasting their eyes on it would still be good.
So although the wait was agonizing, and complaints rang out from time to time, not a single cultivator left because of it.
"Heh, my apologies for keeping fellow Daoists waiting. Mo had some urgent matters to continue handling just now, so..."
"Enough, Second Mo. Cut the idle talk. Whatever it is, hurry up and bring it out. This old man has already grown somewhat impatient waiting."
Before he had finished speaking, he was cut off midway by an impolite voice.
Moreover, the other party's tone was arrogant to the extreme. Mo Hen was first taken aback, then remembered someone, and hurriedly cupped his fists in that direction. "So Brother Money has arrived as well. To have troubled you to wait so long is this brother's discourtesy. But the item to be auctioned next will surely not disappoint Brother Money."
"Hmph. It had better be so."
This person's temper seemed fiery to the extreme, and among the cultivators below, there was no lack of those with wide connections. Waves of discussion began drifting into his ears.
"Who is this person, to be so rude to Master Mo?"
"Surnamed Money—could Brother Ma really not guess a thing or two?"
"Money? Could it be Qian Aotian?"
"Hmph, aside from him, who else could it be? I heard this man is known