The Auction House!

Inside the palace, Qian Renxue nestled beside Bibi Dong, while Lin Xia sat quietly to the side.

Looking at the rare, almost clumsy gentleness in Bibi Dong's eyes, and the tears that had not yet completely faded from Qian Renxue's eyes and her complete dependence on her mother, Lin Xia knew that at this moment, Bibi Dong's thoughts were probably entirely on her daughter whom she had just recognized.

Lin Xia cleared her throat, preparing to find a suitable excuse to leave, giving the mother and daughter, who had just broken the ice, some space to be alone.

However, before he could even utter a word, Bibi Dong's insightful purple eyes had already accurately caught his subtle movement of trying to get up.

The hand on Qian Renxue's back remained still, but his gaze had already turned to Lin Xia, carrying a hint of gentle, almost Frisk, commanding concern as he spoke directly.

"Xiao Xia."

Lin Xia paused, then respectfully replied:

"Yes, Master."

"Wait..."

Bibi Dong's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly drowned out Lin Xia's thoughts.

"Would you... like to come with us for a walk?"

Upon hearing this, not only Lin Xia was stunned, but even Qian Renxue, who was leaning on her shoulder, raised her head in surprise, her amethyst-like eyes filled with disbelief.

Go out... for a stroll?

Hearing this word from her mother, who was known for her iron-fisted methods and reclusive lifestyle, was even more shocking than hearing about Titled Douluo performing on the street.

Lin Xia felt her heart skip a beat.

Looking at Bibi Dong, although her face still carried the underlying majesty of Pope, the invitation was genuine, even... tinged with the awkwardness of trying to integrate into ordinary family relationships.

It seems that Qian Renxue's return has truly been like a key, unlocking a long-sealed corner of her heart and making her willing to try and experience those ordinary things that she once scorned.

Lin Xia felt a surge of emotion, as if she were witnessing history.

The astonishment on Lin Xia's face was quickly replaced by a bright smile. He nodded vigorously, his voice carrying the clear and excited tone unique to young people.

"Of course! Teacher! I've been at the Spirit Hall for so long, but I haven't had a proper chance to explore Spirit City! My sister definitely wants to see it too!"

Lin Xia also dragged Qian Renxue into her group.

Qian Renxue was naturally more than happy to agree, and immediately nodded like a chick pecking at rice, her voice slightly nasal but extremely firm.

"Yes! Mother, I want to go!"

At this moment, she would go anywhere as long as she could stay by her mother's side, let alone go shopping.

She subconsciously moved closer to Bibi Dong, as if afraid that the warmth she had just received would slip away.

"Good."

Looking at the undisguised expectation in the eyes of the two children, Bibi Dong's almost imperceptible smile seemed to deepen a little.

She rose first, her white robes flowing freely, regaining her Pope composure, but her invisible, icy aura softened considerably.

"Let's go then."

The three of them left the area of the Pope's Palace and entered the main road of Spirit City.

After browsing for a while, I was interrupted by the overwhelming enthusiasm of the crowd.

"Your His Holiness the Pope!"

"Your His Highness the Holy Son!"

"Greetings, Your Majesty! Greetings, Your His Highness the Holy Son!"

Bibi Dong and Lin Xia's identities were as bright as the moon and stars in Spirit City; everyone knew them.

Wherever he went, whether they were Soul Master, commoners, or guards, they all bowed respectfully, their eyes filled with awe and fervor.

For the first few greetings, Bibi Dong nodded slightly, and Lin Xia responded with a polite smile.

But soon, as more and more people recognized them, more and more crowds gathered on both sides of the road, and respectful greetings rose and fell like a surging tide, surrounding the three of them.

Bibi Dong's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly. She was used to this kind of awe, but at this moment she found it particularly noisy and disturbing.

Lin Xia's smile almost froze; dealing with these social engagements was more tiring than cultivating.

Although Qian Renxue was of noble status, at this moment she only wanted to stay quietly with her mother. The scene of being the center of attention made her feel a little uncomfortable, and she subconsciously moved closer to Bibi Dong.

'This can't go on...'

Lin Xia pondered to herself, her gaze quickly sweeping across both sides of the street.

Suddenly, a magnificent domed building, with a style quite different from religious buildings and an exceptionally luxurious and imposing appearance, caught his attention.

"Master."

Lin Xia spoke at the opportune moment, her curiosity perfectly expressed, pointing towards the building.

"What's that huge house for? It looks so special."

Bibi Dong followed his finger and saw the Auction House sign, her eyes widening in understanding.

"That's a good place to avoid the crowds," Bibi Dong explained calmly.

"That's the Auction House in Spirit City, a place where rare and precious treasures from all over the continent are gathered. You..."

Her gaze swept over Lin Xia and Qian Renxue, who was standing close to her.

"Would you like to go take a look?"

The answers came out almost simultaneously:

"Think!"

"Um!"

Both of them showed relief and genuine interest. Compared to being stared at as a rare animal on the street, the Auction House was clearly a more private and interesting option.

Let's go.

Bibi Dong said no more. Her invisible Soul Power rippled out slightly, and the crowded people in front of her seemed to be naturally parted by the flow of water. The three of them walked straight towards the magnificent main entrance of the Auction House.

The closer you get, the more you can feel the immense wealth and power of this Auction House.

The enormous archway was cast from a single piece of deep-sea silver, inlaid with various gemstones, and shone brightly under the illumination of the Soul Guidance Lamp.

Two lifelike statues of Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, carved from some kind of hard jade, stood at the entrance, exuding a faint aura of power.

The guests who came and went were all dressed in fine clothes and had an extraordinary air about them.

Lin Xia was slightly shocked by the extravagance built upon worldly wealth, but the shock was fleeting.

As the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, the Pope's personal disciple, and someone highly regarded by the Grand Pontiff Elder, the confidence brought by this status allowed him to quickly regain his composure. His eyes were filled with pure curiosity and scrutiny, and his mindset had become detached.

At the entrance to the Auction House, several beautiful and capable maids were responsible for greeting guests.

When their gazes fell upon Bibi Dong, who was walking at the very front, the professional smiles on their faces froze instantly, then transformed into heartfelt, almost fearful, respect. They bowed deeply, their voices Frisk slightly.

"Greetings... Greetings to His Holiness the Pope! Greetings to His Highness the Holy Son! Greetings... to this noble lady!"

Although they did not know Qian Renxue, the fact that they could walk alongside the Pope and the Holy Son meant that their status was undoubtedly extremely noble.

The head maid reacted quickly, suppressing her excitement, and led the way with the utmost humility.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness, Miss, this way please! The Heaven-Class Private Room 1 has been prepared for you."

She didn't even dare to look up, but carefully led the way ahead, through the magnificent, bustling hall, and through the private soul-guided elevator to the top floor of the Auction House.

Pushing open the heavy door, inlaid with Soul Beast crystal cores, the scene of the Heaven-Class Private Room 1 came into view.

Even though Lin Xia was mentally prepared, she was still slightly shocked by this extreme luxury.