This time, everyone was utterly stunned!
It was as if the blazing sun hung overhead, with the heavens bearing witness!
An irrefutable truth crashed down upon everyone's heads in an instant.
At that moment, everyone craned their necks to stare at the beauty on the platform, as though trying to see straight through her.
Yet their hearts were screaming again and again, Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
That was the Wind and Rain Tower—the dark cloud that had loomed over Sunset City for decades. Had it simply vanished without a sound?
Their spirit swords had actually become mere bonus items meant to draw bidders at an auction?
Wang Xian sighed, his gaze inconspicuously flicking toward the private room on the second floor before his divine sense reached out to Bao Xiaoqin, who stood frozen amid the crowd.
Sure enough, Bao Xiaoqin wore the same complicated expression as everyone else—shock, confusion, and even bewilderment.
Her fists were clenched tight, her body trembling faintly. Her thin lips were pressed together, yet she did not ask Xiangxiang on the platform a single question.
In those eyes that had once been as still as water, enormous waves now surged—waves only Wang Xian could understand...
The Du Family—the Du Family that had vanished from Sunset City ten years ago. That residence, which bore the weight of a blood-deep vendetta, was actually about to change hands today in such a highly public manner.
As for those self-important merchants and cultivators, they could no longer suppress the stormy turmoil in their hearts.
Someone shouted for the beautiful Xiangxiang to produce the Wind and Rain Tower's spirit swords and prove it was true.
After all, if the Wind and Rain Tower had not truly fallen, who in the world would dare risk their life by openly auctioning their spirit swords?