Amid Blood Demon's laughter, Ronan remained silent.
Takar, beside him, shifted his eyes slightly and glanced at the clock on the wall, calculating something, when Blood Demon slapped his thigh again.
"Stop looking. Since your Uncle Luo has made up his mind not to take the usual path, then as his nephew, you should at least help keep up appearances."
This time, Takar genuinely sucked in a cold breath. "Blood Uncle, this matter needs to be considered carefully..."
But Blood Demon had already cast him aside and gave Ronan a thumbs-up. "That's right. Compared to the 'New Plane,' this auction item is nothing. If you insist on taking it, most of the people here won't risk going to war with you on the spot just to contend with you. That line of thinking is definitely right!"
Ronan glanced at him again and finally spoke. "I didn't think that much."
"No, no, no. You need to think. Think more. You absolutely must think more!"
Blood Demon was mysteriously excited at the moment, and he began waving his arms forcefully. "Thinking one layer deep isn't enough. You have to keep digging deeper. After all, value isn't necessarily assessed rationally. Emotions and the atmosphere on the scene are very important.
"Those who don't want to offend you won't get involved from the start. Who would 'bid' against you? Only those who aren't afraid of becoming your enemies... But what would it mean for them to truly get it? With a baleful star like you looming over them, who could really restart research in that Wilderness Laboratory?
"So I'm ninety percent sure that no matter how winding the process gets, this set of Auction Items will ultimately fall into your hands. But the problem is, the most important thing is the 'process'—the process of