That little catgirl with chestnut-brown hair seemed to be the young mistress of her family. She looked about the same age as Na'er from Su Jiu's family.
But at such an innocent, carefree age, why was she willing to trade away her own rights as a person in exchange for divine blood?
Su Jiu could not understand it.
He could not see any awe or admiration in her eyes for his title as the continent's number one. Instead, she stared fiercely at the divine blood on the auction table, her expression filled only with urgency and determination.
Yet in the next instant, her small figure was pressed down by the large hand of an accompanying family elder. Their faces were plastered with apologetic smiles as they repeatedly explained that it was merely a child's ignorant tantrum.
But few people in the hall paid attention to their little incident.
Su Jiu, however, saw the bright tears spilling from the corners of the girl's eyes as she was forcibly held down—tears that spoke of both her stubbornness and despair, exceptionally conspicuous beneath the lights.
"Congratulations to the Tang Sect for winning the third portion of divine blood!"
As Su Jiu spoke, table-slapping sighs rang out from many directions at once. Only Zang Xin rose to his feet and offered the crowd a respectful, apologetic gesture, though the joy of a victor could not be hidden from his face.
"Everyone, my apologies. Zang shall gladly accept this portion of divine blood."
It was only thanks to Zang Xin stepping forward in time that Su Jiu remembered what he had overlooked.
"Oh, right. I forgot to remind everyone: once divine blood is purchased, there are no returns."
"In other words, from the moment the divine blood enters the hands of its buyers, any consequences