The Trading Convention began.
Chen Lin set aside his distracting thoughts and focused on the stone slab on the table.
The first treasure was brought out: a green bottle half a foot tall. Before the auctioneer could introduce it, exclamations of surprise came from the surrounding Treasure Chests.
"Welcome, honored guests. My name is Lan Yingying, and I will be your auctioneer for today's trading."
A woman with a graceful figure appeared on the stage and spoke with a bright smile.
Then she raised the emerald-green bottle and said solemnly, "You have all come for the meta-magnetic spirits, so we will oblige you and open this convention with one."
Hearing the auctioneer's words, Chen Lin perked up.
The very first treasure was a meta-magnetic spirit. Although he certainly could not outbid the people from those major factions, he could at least learn its price and prepare for the bidding to come.
Besides, his inability to compete was not a matter of wealth, but of his own strength.
His main concern was that, after winning it, he would be targeted by people with ill intentions.
"This first meta-magnetic spirit may be purchased with crystal sand. Those offered later will require specific items in exchange. The starting price is one hundred thousand taels. Please begin bidding!"
After a brief explanation, the auctioneer set down the bottle and stepped back.
There was no way to display a living creature like a meta-magnetic spirit, but a Trading Convention jointly hosted by the Three Great Factions was hardly likely to offer fakes. There was no need to worry about the treasure's authenticity.
Soon, bids rose one after another.
Only then did Chen Lin notice a Sound-Transmitting Magical Tool above the display platform. Every bid rang throughout the venue, creating quite an atmosphere.
"Two hundred thousand