Curtain Call

Though it was as disgusting as swallowing a fly, what had to continue still had to continue.

After the Star Sword Token came another batch of lots, similarly positioned—neither high nor low, middling weapons, equipment, or civilization curiosities for independent and civilian lords with modest assets to fight over.

"Netherworld Dao Token!"

"Now it's my turn, right?"

"Damn it, I should've exchanged more!"

"Just a few hundred, just a few hundred! My Netherworld Dao Token!"

"Though the Netherworld Ghost Realm is slightly inferior to the Zhou Tian Sword Sect, they are both top-tier low-rank spell civilizations. The gap cannot be that great. A Civilization Core like this only costs twenty-five million Myriad Dao Points. If I'd known, I would have..."

"At the Netherworld Mansion's own auction, the price of this Netherworld Dao Token would be at least twice as high, perhaps even more."

"This trip wasn't for nothing, and those Myriad Dao Points weren't exchanged in vain!"

"This Myriad Treasures Pavilion really has some substance."

"Unfortunately, that man is only Tier 2. Though he is temporarily invincible and unmatched, it cannot last forever. Now that he has stirred up the interests involved of all the major powers, along with the enmity between the Tongtian Immortal Palace and the Zhou Clan, who knows how long this Myriad Treasures Pavilion can remain open."

"Why do you care whether it lasts? It's not like you're marrying him and living your life with him. Eat while there's food now; whatever happens later is a matter for later."

"Exactly. At worst, we can exchange Myriad Dao Points whenever he holds an auction, then exchange them back once it ends. No matter what, the guaranteed minimum is that we won't lose out."

"You wish. Do you really think he's doing charity for you? Never mind how