"Arrange the auction immediately. If you dare say another word, you won't need to keep your job as an appraiser anymore."
Guni's voice was icy, laced with suppressed fury. Cold sweat streamed down the middle-aged man's forehead, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably. Without time to think, he hurriedly pulled an Iron Token from his robes.
"M-Milord, your item will be auctioned immediately in Auction Hall One. With this token, you may choose any seat in the front rows of the auction hall!"
"Mm." Though Xiao Yan disdainfully dismissed the man's change from arrogance to servility, he had no interest in tangling with him. Taking the token, he strode slowly out of the room beneath the two men's gazes.
Once Xiao Yan's figure disappeared, the middle-aged man did not even dare breathe loudly. He kept bowing to Guni beside him, terror filling his eyes.
"Utterly idiotic! Have all your years as an appraiser gone to the dogs?" With a cold snort, Guni no longer restrained his anger and let it all show.
"It is only because that gentleman could not be bothered to argue with you. Otherwise, you wouldn't even be able to survive in all of Wutan City."
Though the middle-aged man lowered his head and admitted his mistake after being harshly scolded, he remained deeply puzzled. In his view, Guni, a Tier 2 Alchemist, had no reason to care so much about a first-grade spiritual liquid.
After pondering for a moment, he gathered his courage and asked, "Master Guni, could he truly be an Alchemist?"
"I have immersed myself in the art of alchemy for many years and consider my perception of Soul Force quite keen. Though that gentleman did not leak even the slightest trace of presence earlier, his Soul Force could only be described as