Apart from extremely rare high-quality customers like Yi Chen, who had been personally recognized and branded by the Duke, ordinary people had to undergo three checks to enter the auction house.
1. The total value of the personal Ancient Coins they carried and the items they brought had to exceed thirty thousand.
2. They had to present proof of affiliation with a faction and a guarantor's certificate. If they could not, the limit in condition one would increase by twenty thousand.
3. Their physical constitution would be examined upon entry. They had to have reached the Source Opening stage and possess some "rare" trait. If they did not, the limit in condition one would increase by twenty thousand.
Naturally, any customer who could meet all three conditions and enter was either wealthy or powerful.
Yet Yi Chen's eyes were filled with confusion.
He stared at the "skin slave" who had been pulled onto the stage. A large amount of gangrenous tissue covered the other party's skin, blackened and ulcerated. Even with clothing covering it, the terrible condition of the skin around the exposed neck and the gaps at the wrists was still clearly visible.
Although Yi Chen's Gentleman's Attire was made from low-grade skin, it contained yellow skin. Through the concealment and disguise of the yellow skin, it would almost never be noticed by any skin slave. At the same time, it could sense the other party's physical condition.
The Skin Sense currently reaching Yi Chen told him that the skin slave invited onto the stage could die at any moment. The skin on his body was already at the "brink of withering."
"Golden Mask."
When Yi Chen called out the name, the Golden Mask attendant in a tailcoat immediately came to the private room.
"Is there something you need,