Xiao Wujiu arrived at the entrance of the Black-Seal Auction House and walked straight inside with the Snow Empress.
Following the crowd into the auction hall, he swept the area with his Soul Power and found the person with the strongest aura inside: Yuan Yi, the Eight-Fan Sect's master, a Two-Star Dou Emperor.
"Come. This way."
After briefly getting his bearings, he arrived at a heavily guarded corridor.
A guard stared coldly at Xiao Wujiu and the Snow Empress, raising a hand to stop them. "Guest, entry is prohibited here without permission. Leave at once."
"I'm here to see your sect master. Move."
He had no intention of wasting words on these guards and continued inward with the Snow Empress.
"I said entry is prohibited here!" The guard's gaze sharpened, and he reached for Xiao Wujiu with a fierce but hollow display of bravado.
"Courting death!"
To challenge an ant—and even dare reach for Wujiu—was nothing short of seeking death in her eyes!
Her eyes glimmered faintly. A flash of icy blue light passed by, and the guard before them was frozen into an ice sculpture. The cold invaded his body and froze him in an instant; he could not have been more dead.
Shock still lingered on the guard's face. Clearly, he had not expected anyone to truly dare make a move at the Black-Seal Auction House.
Yet this simple display had terrified the remaining guards into stillness. None of them dared move. They had finally realized that they had provoked someone they could not afford to offend.
At that moment, Yuan Yi's voice rang out. "Let the two honored guests in."
"Yes!" Another guard emerged, though this one wore a respectful expression and looked upon the pair with reverence.
He bowed slightly and extended a hand in invitation.