After Xia Xuan had won the first auction item, the Mountain-Covering Seal, the second young woman stepped forward with light, delicate steps.
The silver tray in her hands was slightly larger than the previous one, and the spiritual energy barrier covering it was thicker as well. A dark red glow could vaguely be seen flowing and flickering within.
Everyone present watched regretfully as the Mountain-Covering Seal was carried away. After a round of sighs, they turned their attention once more to the second silver tray.
After the earlier warm-up, the atmosphere in the venue had clearly been stirred up.
The cultivators who had previously been waiting and watching began rubbing their hands eagerly, clearly prepared to fight for anything that caught their eye.
Some had already begun counting the Spirit Liquid in their storage bracelets. Others quietly discussed their bidding limits with their companions, while still others looked toward the private rooms on the third floor, seemingly trying to gauge the intentions of those prodigies.
Seeing the atmosphere, Mo Lin did not waste time. With a sweep of his sleeve, the spiritual light atop the second silver tray dispersed.
The dark red radiance gradually faded like thin mist scattered by the wind, revealing the object hidden within.
It was a large crimson saber, its blade around four feet long. Its curves were smooth yet sharp, its spine thick and heavy, while a cold gleam shimmered along its edge.
The hilt had been forged from some dark metal and was wrapped in fine anti-slip patterns. A thumb-sized fiery red gemstone was embedded in the guard, releasing scorching heat that slightly distorted even the surrounding air.
Above, Lin Ming saw that this item, like the first, was an offensive Quasi-Sacred Artifact, and immediately lost interest.
He lifted his teacup and took another