Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. Early this morning, dawn had just broken.
A long line stretched before the entrance of a magnificent, resplendent palace. Three large silver characters—"Golden Ape Palace"—were inscribed on the gilded plaque, flashing continuously with spiritual light.
Two Nascent Soul Cultivators stood at the entrance. Cultivators entering the auction hall had to pay an admission fee.
Han Benqi and Yuwen Yan were also among the crowd. When it came to their turn, the guards did not dare collect an entrance fee and directly ushered them inside.
As the son of Ten Thousand Gourd True Man, Han Benqi enjoyed many privileges. It was a symbol of status, treatment reserved for disciples and followers of great powers.
"Please head upstairs, Seniors."
A pretty maid in a green robe hurried over and led them upstairs.
They had a private room and did not need to attend the auction in the main hall.
Before long, they arrived on the second floor. There were many private rooms there, and the doors of some were tightly shut, clearly already occupied.
Yuwen Yan took out a formation plate flickering with azure light and made a hand seal. Her brows furrowed as she said to Han Benqi, "Fellow Daoist Han, I have something to deal with. I'll come back later."
With that, Yuwen Yan hurried downstairs. Han Benqi did not pay it much mind.
He entered a private room and shut the door.
The private room was over a hundred zhang wide. A pale blue magic mirror hung upon the stone wall, its surface displaying the scene within the auction hall.
There was an azure jade table and several azure jade stools. Upon the table sat an exquisite set of rosewood tea utensils, a plate of spirit fruits, and an