Chen Changan had not been in the public eye for long, yet he had already made waves with the Cultivation Ranking—and now with the Miracle Treasure Pavilion.
Those two things alone had already made Chen Changan seem utterly formidable in their eyes.
Some of it was because they were caught up in the excitement, but there was no denying that they admired Chen Changan.
He had monstrous talent and potential, a bright future ahead of him, and such formidable abilities—along with control over an astonishing supply of pills.
With the auction of the Emperor Pills, the event had entered its final, frenzied stage.
They were bidding not only for the Emperor Pills, but also for a chance at the future Combat Power Ranking. No one, and no faction, wanted to miss this opportunity.
After all, nobody knew when the next auction would take place.
When the final top-grade Emperor Pill was sold, the auction finally drew to a close.
Those who had successfully bought pills were thrilled, while those who had missed out, though disappointed, looked forward to what was to come.
They were eagerly awaiting the next auction.
"Childe Chen, do you know when the Miracle Treasure Pavilion will hold its next auction?"
"Exactly! Give us some notice ahead of time, so we can prepare."
"Will the next auction have these pills too?"
"Childe Chen, can you give us a hint? Having to think about it every day is torture."
Hearing their questions, Chen Changan smiled. "There will definitely be another auction, but it won't be happening anytime soon."
"You should all know that the Eternal Land is desperately short of rare treasures. The Miracle Treasure Pavilion needs time to gather resources before we can refine them into pills."
"So the next auction will probably be in three years."