Silver Willow put on the Demon Mask he had bought earlier.
The red Demon Mask was terrifying and ferocious, concealing Silver Willow's rather youthful face and making his expression impossible to see.
It made him seem profoundly mysterious, impossible to gauge.
If Silver Willow had been wearing this mask when they first met, He Yi might not have dared to approach him for a conversation.
The reason He Yi had dared to speak to Silver Willow was that Silver Willow looked young, and there was none of that bloody, murky aura about him.
After struggling through life for so many years, He Yi might not have been one of those seasoned workplace elites, but he believed he was rarely wrong when judging people.
If the other party's acting was truly that superb, then he would simply accept it.
The attendant led them down a corridor and into a private room. "Guests, are you here to auction an item or sell one?"
Silver Willow took out the black jade and set it on the table.
A sharp glint flashed through the attendant's eyes. He immediately bowed. "Please wait a moment. I'll fetch the manager right away."
The attendant quickly left.
Before long, a middle-aged man in a black suit hurried inside.
"I'm terribly sorry to have kept you two waiting."
"Is this the item you wish to sell?"
"That's right."
The manager wiped the sweat from his hands with a towel, then picked up the black jade and examined it carefully.
He could not detect any spiritual energy from it.
"Hm?"
Yet this jade was indeed no ordinary item.
Jade nourished by spiritual energy was incomparable to ordinary jade, whether in texture or quality.
This was only black jade. If it had been jadeite or white jade instead, the jade alone