He could not imagine that he had been hit by a child, and yet he dared not retaliate!
"Mister, step aside. Stop chattering and making such a noisy fuss," Beibei rolled her eyes again. The surroundings were already noisy enough, and with this annoying mister still chattering away, she was definitely displeased.
The sharp-featured, monkey-cheeked man nodded and immediately fled for his life.
The deacon of the Prosperous Auction was an old man who looked just like the crafty villain type: Floor Deacon of Immortal Emperor seventeen.
He walked out with a beaming smile and, seeing so many people at the scene, nodded with great satisfaction.
"Many thanks to all fellow Daoists for coming from afar. On behalf of the Prosperous Auction, I welcome you all. Those holding tokens may enter now."
At those words, the people at the main entrance swarmed forward, packed so tightly they could not even squeeze in.
Ling Yun's lips curved into a smile, and then, taking an unconventional path, he went straight to the back door.
Just as Ling Yun expected, there was not a single spare person at the back, only two guards keeping watch at the rear entrance.
"Notify your person in charge. I have an item to be auctioned that can serve as the finale piece," Ling Yun said to the two guards the moment he arrived.
The fat guard cast a sidelong glance at Ling Yun and then ignored him.
"This attitude of yours... Hahaha..."
Ling Yun laughed, truly laughed... What an ignorant guard!
Another, slimmer guard said, "This is the back door. If you have any needs, please enter through the front gate."
"Hurry up and report it. My handsome uncle is here," Beibei said, pointing at the fat guard.
"Hahaha... Just him? Don't make blind trouble. Enter through