Flying Star Island, Illusory Cloud Palace.
Hundred Illusions Heavenly Lord watched the enormous water mirrors before him, his expression deeply focused.
Seven Killings Star Lord sat below him. He had no interest in watching a group of low-level cultivators, yet it would not do to stare too much at Hundred Illusions Heavenly Lord either.
This seventh-rank Heavenly Lord was bald, with round eyes, a broad flattened nose, and an exceedingly ugly face. His head was enormous while his body was small and thin, making him look even somewhat comical.
Normally, a Golden Core cultivator could correct flaws in their body. At the seventh rank, one could become whatever one wished to look like. Hundred Illusions Heavenly Lord's ugly, ludicrous appearance was thoroughly mismatched with his status as a seventh-rank cultivator.
Precisely for this reason, Hundred Illusions Heavenly Lord hated it most when others stared at him. Should anyone foolishly mock his looks or build, they would die a very miserable death.
Seven Killings Star Lord had known Hundred Illusions Heavenly Lord for several thousand years and naturally understood his temperament. Sitting beside him, he did not dare act rashly and could only drink tea in silence.
Hundred Illusions Heavenly Lord watched until the auction ended, then swept his sleeve and put away the water mirrors.
He grinned at Seven Killings Star Lord. "I've kept you waiting, little brother."
"You jest, Heavenly Lord."
Seven Killings Star Lord was not good at conversation, much less flattering others. Faced with an old fellow like Hundred Illusions Heavenly Lord, who enjoyed teasing and joking, he was even more at a loss.
Hundred Illusions Heavenly Lord laughed heartily. He simply enjoyed toying with cultivators like Seven Killings Star Lord, so prim and solemn.
Still, the other was ultimately a sixth-rank Pure Yang cultivator, so it