When Lu Yin swept the area with his domain, he memorized the masked man—especially his hands. The grime of dried, blackened blood was caked beneath his fingernails. He wouldn't mistake them for anyone else's.
The masked man watched for a while, then left. This underground auction could be written off.
Lu Yin didn't follow him covertly. He kept the masked man in sight with his domain from a great distance. Eventually, as dusk settled, the man entered a manor. Lu Yin slowly raised his head. It was the Yuan residence. If he remembered correctly, this was Grand Tutor Yuan's estate. The man behind the underground auction was actually Grand Tutor Yuan.
Lu Yin didn't alert anyone. He returned to his lodgings.
Young Prince Qing had been keeping an eye on Lu Yin's movements. When he saw Lu Yin return to his palace, he was puzzled. Just ahead, around the corner, was Grand Tutor Yuan's estate. He wouldn't have been surprised if Lu Yin had gone to see Grand Tutor Yuan, but why had he turned back?
"Your Majesty, I've confirmed it. That place was an underground auction," Steward Yi reported upon returning.
A glint passed through Young Prince Qing's eyes. "Whose was it?"
"Grand Tutor Yuan's," Steward Yi replied.
Young Prince Qing wasn't surprised. It was only natural for people like Steward Yi or Grand Tutor Yuan to have their own businesses. "Did anything valuable appear at the auction?" He hadn't received a message asking him to pay for Lu Yin, which meant Lu Yin hadn't bought anything. That was strange.
Steward Yi remembered Yi Pavilion's losses and began to tremble with anger. "They say a piece of intelligence appeared, concerning something the New Human Alliance was searching for in the Outer Universe."
Young Prince Qing abruptly looked up, his