Qin Guan and the others followed Yun Ji through a luxurious, quiet corridor and soon arrived at an elegant, secluded inner hall.
The inner hall was decorated in an ancient, spirit-filled style, utterly unlike the splendid auction hall outside. It carried a quiet, weighty air.
Inside the hall, an astute-looking old man in a plain robe sat before a tea table, leisurely brewing tea.
"Old Tang, our honored guests have arrived." Yun Ji bowed respectfully to the old man.
The old man raised his head and swept a warm gaze over Qin Guan and the others. Then he rose with a smile. "I am Tang Jian, chief steward of Tianyun Auction House. We are truly honored by your visit today!"
"Please, sit. Don't stand on ceremony. Make yourselves at home."
Tang Jian smiled as he ushered Qin Guan and the others to their seats. With a gentle wave of his hand, several cups of fragrant Spirit Tea floated over to them.
At the sight of the old man, a flicker of surprise passed through Su Qingjie's eyes. Chief steward Tang Jian?
Wasn't the chief steward of Tianyun Auction House called Lu Chongming? Where had this Tang Jian come from?
Jieyun Immortal Mansion had dealt with Tianyun Auction House for years, and Su Qingjie knew nearly all its senior figures. She had never heard of anyone named Tang Jian.
Moreover, Tang Jian's aura was obscure and profound. At a glance, he was clearly a powerful man who kept his true strength hidden. It seemed Tianyun Auction House was not as simple as it appeared.
"Senior Tang, I heard there was a mysterious gift. What sort of surprise is it?" Qin Guan asked with a smile.
"You'll see in a moment, Young Master Qin."
As Tang Jian spoke, he took a palm-sized