Jia Ma City, Mite'er Auction House.
The auction house entrance, already bustling on ordinary days, was packed so tightly today that the jostling crowd was nearly causing an accident.
Fortunately, members of the Mittel Family were doing their utmost to maintain order, so no real disturbance broke out.
Naturally, no one foolish enough to provoke trouble would dare make a scene here. After all, the Mittel Family was no insignificant force.
Yet just as the crowd surged, an overwhelming pressure suddenly spread from the end of the street, forcefully driving back the long, dragon-like queue.
A carriage that was not particularly luxurious yet exuded an air of remarkable steadiness slowly arrived at the entrance of the Mite'er Auction House, pulled by two snow-white horses without a trace of mixed color.
"The royal crest!"
Those in the crowd who had been about to curse immediately shrank back upon seeing the emblem on the carriage.
No matter what, this was the Jia Ma Empire, and the Jia Ma Royal Family was its foremost power.
"It has been quite a few years since the Mite'er Auction House last held a Heavenly Grade Auction."
As the carriage door opened, Jia Xingtian, dressed in a simple hemp robe, stepped down first and raised his brows slightly as he surveyed the surroundings.
"Grandfather!"
Princess Yaoye followed him out of the carriage.
Today, however, Yaoye wore a fitted suit of soft armor. The sharpness between her brows made her appear exceptionally valiant.
"Come to think of it, the Mittel Family really has not held a Heavenly Grade Auction in many years."
Accompanied by a medicinal fragrance that refreshed the mind, Fa Ma of the Alchemist Guild appeared at the entrance of the Mite'er Auction House, surrounded by a group of alchemists.
"President Fa Ma!"
The moment Yaoye