Zhang Guiying smiled as he gave a slight nod toward Jiang Tian's private room, an imperceptible chill flashing through his eyes. "Then this piece of Taiyi Geng Gold shall go to the esteemed guest in private room seventeen on the third floor!"
His words were polished, but his hands were not idle.
While beaming as he announced the sale to the entire hall, he silently split off a strand of Divine Sense. Like a venomous snake lurking in an undercurrent, it slipped soundlessly into the depths of the shadows behind him.
"Find out who is in that private room."
Before long, a faint strand of Divine Sense returned. "It is Meng Haoran of the Meng Family from White Sand Island. The Meng Family never had much wealth to begin with. Over three hundred thousand spirit stones will likely drain them dry."
After hearing this, Zhang Guiying said nothing. He merely lowered his eyes, lightly rubbing his fingers together within his sleeve. His gaze flickered uncertainly, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
A moment later, the auction came to an end amid a clamor of voices.
Those who had purchased auction items needed to proceed to the underground first floor, where money and goods would be exchanged simultaneously.
The atmosphere in the underground hall was even more delicate than it had been during the auction. Everyone was deliberately—or seemingly casually—sizing up the other buyers around them, especially those who had won precious items. Their gazes carried calculation, covetousness, and a restless impulse they could barely suppress.
Clearly, quite a few people present were harboring thoughts of looting a burning house.
"Young Master Meng, this is your Taiyi Geng Gold."
A Purple Mansion cultivator from the Jade Water Alliance smiled broadly as he pushed an ebony case engraved with