A Restrained Trade Fair

"This is the current master of Treasure Appraisal Mountain, Elder Baoshan. He has appraised countless treasures throughout his life, and his eye is exceptionally sharp."

"When I first met him back then, he was already a Nine-turn Dou Venerate. Now, judging by the looks of it, he has reached the Nine Revolutions Peak. He is only a step away from becoming a Half-Saint; it should happen soon," Elder Yao said softly, a trace of emotion in his tone.

Wei Yang and Xiao Yan nodded slightly.

At Elder Baoshan's level, he was indeed extremely close to becoming a Half-Saint. He only lacked that final sliver, like a thin membrane within reach. It would not be strange if he broke through one day without warning.

Yet a powerhouse of this level had still appeared personally to preside over the trade fair, even if this was no ordinary trade fair.

That alone was enough to show how seriously the organizers took it.

"Hehe, another Spatial Trade Fair. I hope you have all been well."

Elder Baoshan's gaze swept across the great hall, his aged voice ringing beside everyone's ears.

Yet not a single person present responded to his greeting. The ancient hall remained steeped in its strange, hushed atmosphere.

Elder Baoshan did not mind. Clearly, he had long grown accustomed to it.

With a flick of his sleeve, the space around him slowly twisted.

Then, like a spatial cage, it enclosed Elder Baoshan within.

"The usual rules. I hope no one minds."

After doing this, Elder Baoshan smiled.

Then, standing atop the auction platform, he cleared his throat and said, "Most of the people are here. We will not wait for those who have yet to arrive. Then, without further nonsense, this Spatial Trade Fair shall begin!"

As Elder Baoshan's final words fell,