Qilin?
How could they be Qilin?
"Are you sure?"
"They really are Qilin?"
"I'm sure. And there isn't just one—there are two."
"Two Qilin cubs."
"I wonder where the Seven Profound Auction House got them."
"But I have a feeling these two Qilin cubs are less than ten years old."
Qilin—and cubs, at that?
Even Chen Changan hadn't expected the final lot at the Seven Profound Auction House to be Qilin cubs.
"Big brother, what's with that expression?"
"What is it?"
Seeing Chen Changan's strange expression, Da Huang was puzzled. In particular, he sensed that the look Chen Changan was giving him seemed to carry some hidden meaning.
"The next lot is the grand finale of this auction."
"It is...the legendary Qilin—and they're cubs."
"Two Qilin cubs!"
When the Seven Profound Auction House's staff announced what the final lot was, the entire auction house fell silent.
At that moment, Da Huang finally understood the meaning behind Chen Changan's look.
"Damn it, the people at the Seven Profound Auction House actually put Qilin up for auction?"
"I swear to—"
"Don't be rash!"
"What can you even do if you charge up there now?"
Chen Changan could see the fury in Da Huang's eyes. After all, he was a Qilin too. How could he possibly stay calm at the sight of his fellow clansmen being put up for auction?
At the same time, many of those attending the auction wore looks of shock.
"Qilin?"
"And cubs, no less?"
"Does the Seven Profound Auction House think it can defy the heavens?"
"How many years has it been since anyone heard news of the Qilin Race? Where did the Seven Profound Auction House capture these Qilin cubs?"
"They look like they were born not long ago. At that age, their parents should still be