Before Jiang Tian could take more than a few looks around, a slender figure came forward to greet him.
She was a pretty female cultivator at the Qi Gathering stage, dressed in a fitted light-green gown that accentuated her slender waist and exquisite curves.
She stopped before Jiang Tian and gave a deep curtsy, her voice soft and respectful. "Sir, please follow me to the third floor."
Jiang Tian understood. Seating was arranged according to status. Those of supreme standing went to the fourth floor, while children of cultivation families like Meng Haoran, neither high nor low, were placed on the second or third floors.
But to a little Qi Gathering cultivator like her, any cultivator who could enter this auction house was someone she could not afford to provoke.
"Lead the way." Jiang Tian nodded, sweeping his gaze around and extracting every entry he could see.
"Yes."
The female cultivator named Jin Xue answered, moving with lotus-light steps. Naturally, she drew close to Jiang Tian's side and hooked her arm around his.
Her soft body pressed against him now and then, carrying a sweet, delicate fragrance of powder.
As she led the way, she secretly studied this "Young Master Meng" beside her.
A full beard, a rugged face—he did not look like someone easy to get along with. At the same time, he was clearly a man of some standing.
Seeing that Jiang Tian did not reject her, she grew bolder and pressed herself closer. Two soft mounds, separated only by a thin layer of cloth, pressed distinctly against Jiang Tian's arm.
Feeling that grape-like softness against his arm, Jiang Tian's expression did not change. His pace never slowed, nor did he pull away.
Jiang Tian climbed the stairs at an unhurried pace, his gaze darting over everything as