Feng Qingyang lounged sideways on the sofa, his eyes half-closed as his fingertips tapped lazily against the armrest while he waited.
The auction lots continued to cycle across the crystal screen, one after another, amid waves of bidding calls.
He was growing increasingly drowsy. His mind had already begun planning the route he would take to settle the Spirit-Eating Engraving Knife in the back room after the auction, as well as how he would strip the curse from the knife once he returned.
Just as his thoughts began to drift—
The soul-tool crystal screen suddenly dimmed.
The entire giant crystal screen went dark without warning, as though an invisible hand had strangled its light, instantly plunging the waiting room into deeper shadows.
Feng Qingyang's brow twitched as he raised his eyelids slightly.
The welcoming girl beside him was also briefly startled, but then seemed to realize something, and a trace of understanding flashed through her eyes.
It only remained dark for an instant.
The next moment, the screen lit up again.
Gentle light once more filled the waiting room, yet the image displayed on the screen made Feng Qingyang's eyebrows jump involuntarily.
In the image, a woman was walking gracefully out from backstage onto the auction platform.
She was an exceptionally beautiful woman.
A gold-and-red gown wrapped around her body, its hem trailing across the floor. The golden embroidery shimmered beneath the lights with a luxurious, dazzling brilliance.
The gown's exquisite cut fully outlined her curvaceous figure. Her waist was slender, her frame tall, and with every step she took, the hem of her dress rippled outward like waves. She carried herself with dignity, yet possessed an authority that could not be ignored.
She had long, wavy golden hair that cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall. It gleamed