Private Room No. 7, Returning Sound Pavilion.
Even Mo Qing, the Left Protector, a man of steady temperament, could not help but bristle at Xu Xiaoshou's few words from the high platform.
"Pavilion Master, this Void Token truly isn't worth this price. You mustn't be provoked," the old man advised.
Seated before him was a woman in a green dress and veil.
Her features were faintly visible beneath the hazy green gauze. One could vaguely tell that her facial features were exquisite and her appearance beautiful.
Faint crow's feet lined the corners of her eyes. She was clearly no longer young, yet she still possessed lingering charm, breathtakingly alluring.
She merely caressed the purple zither on the table. Her voice was seductive, yet not a trace of anger could be heard. "It's fine. Keep raising the bid. Since the Great String Celestial Sect is determined to obtain it, make them bleed a little more. As for this Young Master Xu..."
Xiu Mingyue raised her eyes as she spoke, gazing at Young Master Xu on the high platform as he waved his arms about in excitement. Her lips curved upward. "Interesting."
Mo Qing fell silent.
What was interesting about this irritating little thing, hopping around like a flea? But since the Pavilion Master had spoken, he had no choice but to obey.
All he could do was helplessly raise his voice and continue bidding. "10.5 billion!"
"Wow!"
"10.5 billion!"
"The bid has gone up! Private Room No. 7 has lived up to expectations—they've raised the bid!"
"Come, let's turn around and take a look at Private Room No. 13. Let's see whether this legendary great evil—uh, great power—will follow close behind! Let's see if they dare take the challenge!"
Xu Xiaoshou struck the hammer on the high platform and said