Lin Taichu nodded and walked into the Auction House.
The Auction House's main hall was spacious and bright. Display racks on both sides were filled with all kinds of materials—spiritual herbs, ores, and other dazzling goods. But today, the hall was especially empty. More than half the merchandise on the racks was already gone, leaving only a few scattered, lower-quality materials.
In front of the counter at the center of the hall stood a black-robed cultivator, his back to the entrance, speaking with the Auction House manager. The manager's face was piled with smiles, his tone deferential to the extreme.
Lin Taichu walked up beside the counter and looked at the black-robed cultivator's profile.
It was Wu Yin.
Lin Taichu's heart shook. Yesterday, he had tailed Wu Yin, only to be shaken off. He had thought Wu Yin was searching for something, but he had never expected Wu Yin to come straight to the Auction House and buy up all the goods.
Wu Yin sensed someone approaching and turned his head. When he saw Lin Taichu, a trace of surprise flashed through his eyes, then he quickly returned to calm.
"It's you." Wu Yin's voice was hoarse, as if something were stuck in his throat.
Lin Taichu looked at Wu Yin. "You bought out the entire Auction House's merchandise?"
"That's right. The rest as well. All of it. How much? Calculate the total."
The manager nodded repeatedly, picked up an abacus, and began clacking away. A moment later, he called out a number.
"Reporting to Senior, there are thirty-seven items remaining, with a total value of twelve thousand three hundred Spirit Stones. Added to the goods you bought earlier, the total is four hundred eighty-six thousand Spirit Stones."
Wu Yin took a cloth bag from his Storage Bag and tossed