Su Mo pondered for a moment, then decided to take things one step at a time.
Fortunately, Divine Martial Academy was powerful enough. It had been jointly established by thirteen major powers and did not fear the Tianming Star Witch Tribe.
It was only that his current strength was too weak. If members of the Witch Tribe tried to kill him in secret, it would be far too easy.
Then, the muscles on Su Mo's face wriggled as he slightly altered his appearance, lest the Witchman King recognize him.
Although the Witchman King had never seen his true face, the people of the Tianming Star Witch Tribe likely all knew what he looked like.
"Brother Su, what are you doing?" Xie Bin asked in confusion when he saw Su Mo's appearance change in the blink of an eye, becoming exceedingly ordinary.
"Brother Xie, I ran into an enemy. I don't want to be recognized," Su Mo explained quietly.
Xie Bin understood at once and nodded. He did not ask further questions.
Time passed, and more and more people gathered in the auction hall. Before long, seven to eight hundred thousand people had assembled.
Su Mo was secretly astonished. With an entrance fee of one low-grade Spirit Crystal per person, this auction was simply raking in money.
At this time, the gates of the auction hall closed. The auction was about to begin.
From the enormous palace to the north, an elderly man in hempen robes emerged and strode onto the central auction platform.
The old man had white hair and the face of a child, his complexion rosy as though he were a youth of fifteen or sixteen.
The moment the old man appeared, all the clamor throughout the auction hall swiftly vanished, and the place fell silent in an