The auctioneer on the stage was practically on the verge of tears, the little wooden hammer in his hand neither raised nor lowered.
He had worked in this trade for twenty years and hosted no fewer than eight hundred auctions. The most chaotic had been when two Soul Saints fought beneath the stage over a Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone. The guards had simply dragged them out, and that was the end of it.
But today was different. Every single person here was a Title Douluo, and they had clearly come to stir up trouble.
He had wanted to say a few placating words, but instinct told him that if he made a sound, he would be killed as a warning the next second.
Just then, Tang Qingqing suddenly took a deep breath.
"Sect Master Ning, Clear Sky Sect wishes to ask Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for assistance in today's matter. So long as Sect Master Ning is willing to help, Clear Sky Sect will repay this favor generously in the future."
When Ning Fengzhi heard him, not even his eyelids moved. His expression remained as gentle as ever.
Heh heh~
So he thought of me now?
Clear Sky Sect, Clear Sky Sect. Since when had they become this pathetic?
"Elder Tang overstates the matter." Ning Fengzhi answered through Soul Power transmission as well.
His tone was measured with extreme precision. It held respect for an established expert, yet also carried a suitable degree of distance.
"My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is merely a support sect. In terms of combat strength, how could we compare to top powers such as Clear Sky Sect and Spirit Hall? With Clear Sky Sect and Spirit Hall confronting each other today, Ning truly wishes to help but lacks the strength to do