As seconds ticked by, Ayesha looked at the motionless third-floor private rooms, and a trace of awkwardness appeared on her golden face. This was nothing like she had imagined!
If the Sovereign were the only ones on the entire third floor to show themselves while everyone else ignored them, wouldn't that mean she alone had lowered her status?
Simply opening the curtains would have been nothing, but combined with what she had said afterward and the tens of thousands of amused eyes now watching her, she felt as though she were sitting on pins and needles.
"High Priestess." The attendant looked at her uneasily. "We..."
"Don't speak. Control your expression." Ayesha reminded her wearily. "We can't disgrace the Sovereign. As long as we aren't embarrassed, then they're the ones who should be embarrassed."
Just then, the second private room on the third floor suddenly opened, and Ayesha immediately relaxed.
Nova Prime sat down under the protection of two commanders and nodded at Ayesha from afar.
They were both advanced civilizations. Giving Ayesha a way out now could also be considered forming a good relationship.
Others might not dare to be the second one to step forward, but this auction house had been built by Xandar. Since she had revealed her identity, what could anyone else possibly say?
As the second private room opened, the other rooms on the third floor opened one after another.
The Grandmaster of Sakaar, The Collector of Nowhere, pale-skinned Watchers in black robes, Thor of Asgard, Thanos the Mad Titan, and others appeared before everyone's eyes.
"Hi!" The Grandmaster waved at The Collector. "It has to have been tens of thousands of years since us brothers last met, right?"
"It has been a long time." The Collector smiled casually. "If I remember correctly, you shouldn't be