The crisp bell chime still echoed as the clamor in the hall gradually died down.
Just then, a white-haired old man in an auctioneer's robe appeared onstage, smiling as he looked over the crowd.
"Hehe, everyone, we meet again," the white-haired old man onstage said to the people below.
From his vantage point on the stage, the white-haired old man's gaze was mainly directed at the factions seated in the front rows. After all, only those factions were the true big shots and honored guests of the Black Corner Region.
To put it bluntly, the people in the back were merely there to make up the numbers. No one knew which of them might be killed by someone else tomorrow or the day after.
However, as someone who had survived in the Black Corner Region until his hair and beard had turned white, he naturally understood the temperament of its people. These people had no patience for listening to nonsense; they had come here to bid on treasures.
Moreover, the White-haired Auctioneer could already see traces of impatience in the eyes of the big shots up front, so he felt there was no need for further nonsense and decided to get straight to the point.
"Thank you all for attending the Black Seal Auction organized by our Eight Gates. I trust this auction will not disappoint you."
"Alright, I imagine everyone is already growing impatient, so this old man will not waste any more words. Now, I announce that the Black Seal Auction has officially begun."
As the white-haired old man's loud declaration fell, the crystal platform onstage abruptly erupted with a dazzling light.
After a while, the intense light faded. A crimson-bronze Medicinal Cauldron stood atop the crystal platform, its three ferocious snake mouths revealing its grade. It was