Although the three people present were not the sort to be dazzled by wealth, they still could not help but sigh: truly generous and magnanimous!
One had to know that the magical instruments involved in this auction were at least at the eleventh heaven of ritual refining and tempering. Especially now that the auction was past the halfway mark, the value of the remaining items would only be higher. If the three of them went all out and wanted them, the final value would very likely exceed one million Ruyi Money.
Of course, to reach that point, one must not think Zhan Shuicheng was a fool. Because of a magical instrument, leaving a terrible impression on the foremost talisman-crafting grandmaster of the current age—was that a very fun thing to do?
None of the three were fools. They stood up together and bowed to express their thanks to the black cat that was still tucking in with relish.
To this, the black cat let out two hums and didn't care.
Sitting down once more, Yu Ci still had some other thoughts in mind. When he heard the term "Nine Nether Prison", his heart skipped a beat, especially with that prefix "Senior Sister", which was particularly startling. By this time he had already vaguely guessed the identity of the black cat before him, and as for this person's "Senior Sister", he only knew of about one.
Thinking of this, he suddenly found that something was a bit amiss.
Before he could figure out the why and wherefore, the auctioneer finally took the stage in the hall and restarted the auction. Zhan Shuicheng's cat eyes then rounded, temporarily setting aside her tea and pastries to stare at the spell projection, looking extremely focused.
Truly amiss. It seemed this one actually had a