Bai Yang came right out and said their purpose in seeking him was the Fountain of Life. He wasn't worthy of possessing it, so he would put it up for auction in exchange for something valuable. The highest bidder would win, and everyone would have a chance.
This was probably the best solution—at least for now. So the crowd around Bai Yang had no way to refuse his proposal.
"That works, then. Since Young Master Bai wants to find a place to hold a public auction for the Fountain of Life tomorrow, why not have it right here in Tiandu City? My Qingyun Holy Land has some property here, especially the Bamboo Garden. It has beautiful scenery and plenty of room, making it perfect for an auction," Qingyunzi said.
"Not suitable, not suitable. The Bamboo Garden of your Qingyun Holy Land is far too quiet; it's not right for an auction. Why not use the Ascension Tower of my Haotian Holy Land?" Wu Riyue rejected Qingyunzi's proposal on the spot.
Everyone then tried their utmost to persuade Bai Yang to hold the auction at their own venue. Their purpose was simple: on their own turf, they could manipulate things in ways no one else could.
None of the factions could persuade the others. Thoroughly fed up, Bai Yang swept the area with his Psychic Power, then casually pointed to a floating island among the clouds. "Let's hold it there. It's just the property of a small-time tycoon in Tiandu City, and it doesn't belong to any of you."
After considering Bai Yang's proposal for a moment, the crowd had no choice but to agree. Better to use some nobody's property than someone else's. That way, no one could pull strings behind the scenes.
Leaving wasn't an option. Once word got