The auction items that emerged gleamed in every color—scarlet like fire, emerald like jade, deep blue like the sea, dark gold like bronze. Their spiritual radiance slowly flowed within their light shields as though alive, bathing the entire auction platform in Radiant Flow, like a tray of spilled gemstones glittering beneath the lights.
Within the private rooms on the third floor, several of the most powerful auras subtly stirred at that moment.
Xia Xuan reclined sideways on a brocade couch in his private room, one arm around the slender waist of the beautiful woman beside him. His narrow eyes narrowed slightly as his sharp gaze swept back and forth across the silver trays, as though trying to discern something through the spiritual energy shields that blocked everything.
Mu Feng stood by the window with his arms crossed, looking down at the auction platform from above, a playful smile hanging on his lips.
Jian Xin still sat in the corner with his long sword in his arms, his expression indifferent, as though the silver trays on the stage had nothing to do with him. Yet a closer look would reveal that the fingers gripping his sword had tightened slightly.
Xu Ru sat in the private room on the southern side, resting her cheek on one hand. Thoughtful light flickered in her bright, watery eyes, while the gentle smile at the corners of her lips never faded.
Lin Ming also set down his teacup and straightened slightly, his abyss-black eyes calmly fixed on the silver trays atop the auction platform.
Although the spiritual energy shields blocked spiritual sense from probing them, his perception had long surpassed the scope of ordinary spiritual sense. He could still vaguely catch the faint auras emanating from the silver trays.
Those auras varied greatly. Some carried the