Qin Yan sat in his private box, taking in every word of the discussion outside. His expression darkened.
He had only bought one item. How had that turned him into a pretty boy looking to live off a woman?
No matter how poorly Qin Yan was doing, he hardly needed an auction to attract attention!
He instinctively wanted to argue back, but before he could speak, he sensed terrifying waves of Mental Detection surging toward his box like a tide.
Each carried unimaginable pressure. They clearly came from those old monsters at the True King level, or even the True Emperor level.
But before they could reach Qin Yan's seat, the Space Force and Time Force surrounding the box blocked them both, dissolving them into nothing.
On the stage, Su Jiujiu pieced together Qin Yan's identity from the crowd's discussion. Something seemed to occur to her, and a knowing smile touched her lips.
The smile vanished in a flash, and she resumed her alluring, composed manner.
With a light wave of her hand, the mysterious black fragment rose from the stage, passed through layers of space, and landed steadily in Qin Yan's hand.
Qin Yan caught it. It felt cold to the touch.
Though only the size of his palm, the fragment had an indescribable weight, as if he were holding a block of iron steeped in countless ages.
He did not examine it further. He immediately took thirty Seventh-Rank Spirit Runes from his Storage Space and sent them over.
He had plenty of Seventh-Rank Spirit Runes—more than a thousand, all spoils seized during the battle in Cangwu Small World.
Now was the perfect time for them to prove their worth.
Light flashed across the thirty Spirit Runes. As though drawn by an invisible hand, they flew toward the center