When everyone saw the treasure beneath the golden silk, they froze, astonishment written across their faces.
Su Mo's gaze sharpened as well, and he was utterly taken aback.
"Big Brother Su Mo, th-this... isn't there some mistake?" Hong Qingxuan's voice sounded beside Su Mo.
"I don't know." Su Mo shook his head.
Beneath the golden silk that Mingyu had lifted lay a sword resting quietly on the tray—a plain silver-white longsword without the slightest gleam.
The sword looked exceedingly ordinary. It possessed neither pressure nor sharpness. Clearly, it was an utterly commonplace longsword.
Ordinary would have been one thing, but more importantly, it was a broken sword. It had only a blade and no hilt, and its entire length was merely a foot and a half.
After several breaths of silence, the entire auction hall erupted into an uproar.
"What the hell is this? Why is it a broken sword?"
"This is just an ordinary broken sword! It doesn't have a shred of sword aura, not even a trace of sharp edge!"
"Was there some mistake?"
"Miss Mingyu, is the Hundred Treasures Pavilion using such trash to fool us?"
"Exactly! And you call this an ancient treasure? Even if it really is from ancient times, it's just a piece of scrap iron now!"
The entire auction hall instantly boiled over, cries of alarm rising everywhere. Many experts who had previously been full of anticipation were so disappointed that they even began shouting angrily.
Inside the private room, Su Mo carefully examined the broken sword with his eyes and even probed it with his spiritual sense, but every result showed that it truly was a worthless sword.
Confusion filled Su Mo's eyes. As the largest merchant association in the Tianhai Lake region, the Hundred Treasures Pavilion should not be fooling people,