As Ye Lin walked forward, he felt countless gazes fall upon him.
Those gazes carried all manner of emotions.
Shock, envy, greed, and killing intent.
But Ye Lin paid none of them any mind.
To his eyes, these people were nothing more than ants.
How nice. His temper had improved considerably now, and he did not enjoy slaughtering the innocent.
Otherwise, these people would have long since become wandering souls.
When he reached the rear, the old man stood beside the woman with a beaming smile.
"Esteemed guest, three million fortune stones. Payment and goods exchanged hand in hand."
The old man gripped the chain binding the woman in one hand and held a key in the other, smiling at Ye Lin.
"I don't have the fortune stones you speak of."
Ye Lin shook his head, his tone utterly sincere.
The moment those words came out, the old man's smile froze, and his eyes gradually filled with killing intent.
He didn't have any?
What did that mean?
"Fellow Daoist, our auction house is protected by three sects. If you intend to cause trouble, then I can assure you that you have picked the wrong people."
As soon as the old man finished speaking, countless figures emerged from all directions.
They wore savage grins as they surrounded Ye Lin at the very center.
"Fellow Daoist, our auction house values honesty above all else. I won't make things difficult for you. Give me the money, take the person, and we won't bully you."
The old man continued.
In his eyes, the person before him seemed entirely like an ordinary mortal, someone he could not see through at all.
An expert.
He was a Daluo Golden Immortal.
This man was even stronger than him.
He was deeply wary. He did not wish to