Auction venue, private room.
At this moment, Li Su's gaze was dark and distant. Perhaps it was the lighting, but his face looked black—very, very black.
He had rented this room.
It was roughly twenty square meters, with barely any furnishings inside. What it sold was emptiness. The only thing on the floor in the middle of the room was a rug woven from the fur of some unknown beast. The reason it was unknown was mainly because there were far too many fur colors. At a glance, it clearly had not come from one creature—or even one species—and all of it was scraps from the edges. It felt like there was no less thread in it than fur.
Then there were two meditation cushions. Li Su sat on one, with another placed before him.
For conditions like these, the auction venue charged him one scarlet gold a day.
With one scarlet gold equaling ten thousand bright silver, and one bright silver equaling a hundred ancient copper, they were charging him a full million ancient copper per day.
Fucking impressive. Even robbery was not as ruthless as these rent collectors.
Li Su could not help asking around about which plague-stricken bastard had come up with such a pricing standard. He had planned to find a Human Sect disciple and lodge a complaint—after all, the Human Sect had been genuinely warm toward him.
When he asked, the answer was: the Interception Sect!
Li Su was dumbfounded on the spot. He stood there for quite a while, unable to squeeze out a single word. So they were no longer just competing fiercely around the sacred mountain in the Western Domain? Their business had already expanded into the Eastern Domain?
Watching the Human Sect disciple jog over with a bright smile, asking whether