Following behind the woman, the young man showed little expression.
He calmly followed her inside.
They had not walked far when the young man felt the surrounding space ripple slightly.
This was the Spatial Folding Technique. The fact that it was being used here genuinely surprised him.
Even so, his face remained calm.
When he entered the room, there was an old man seated across from him besides himself.
The old man looked at him kindly and gestured for him to sit. The young man did not stand on ceremony and sat directly opposite him.
There was very little in the room: only an antique peachwood table and two wooden rattan chairs.
With a sweep of his gaze, the young man could tell that there were absolutely no surveillance cameras or monitoring devices in this small room.
This was equivalent to guaranteeing the auctioneer's safety, though the young man did not care. After all, this was merely a clone.
Seeing the young man surveying his surroundings, the old man smiled kindly at him. "I heard that you have come to auction something, young friend. But judging by your age, you may not understand the rules of Shrek Auction House."
"At Shrek Auction House, the minimum standard for auction items is that they must be usable by experts at the Soul Sage rank or above."
"Whether they are Soul Tools, precious pills and spirit herbs, forged metals, or other valuable informational resources, all of them may be put up for auction."
"However, if the resource is not valuable enough for those at the Soul Sage rank or above, the auction participant will be punished with a direct fine of one million Federal Coin."
The old man's voice was gentle. He watched the young man before him, and his manner remained fairly