The auction in West City finally came to an end. All nine lot items found their owners, and the crowd in the ancient auction house poured out like a tide, scattering into the streets and alleys of West City.
However, the curtain falling did not mean it was over. On the contrary, the ripples stirred up by this auction had only just begun to spread.
The entire West City was somewhat shaken because of this. The factions that participated in the auction, the rogue cultivators watching from the sidelines, and the intelligence brokers who specialized in selling information scurried about like startled ant colonies the moment the auction dispersed.
In wine shops and teahouses, in inn courtyards, and even beside roadside makeshift stalls, everyone was discussing the ownership of that route map.
After all, this matter of the scroll probably would not blow over so easily. The item was far too eye-catching, and right now West City had gathered so many powerhouses, a mix of dragons and snakes where all sorts of figures could be found.
Were the factions that failed to win the scroll truly willing to let the matter rest just like that? And how could those top-tier entities who had come from the very beginning specifically for the Sunflower Ice Spirit Object sit by and watch Xia Xuan swallow this first opportunity all to himself?
Even though Xia Xuan had successfully purchased it, that did not mean they were the true masters of the scroll.
Within West City, the rules of the auction house ceased to apply the moment one stepped out of those doors.
For the sake of the Sunflower Ice Spirit Object, countless factions would inevitably eye Xia Xuan—who currently held the early advantage—like a tiger eyeing its prey. Once a chaotic battle broke out