Shen Wan's words pointed straight at several immortality-stage figures—and she wasn't finished yet!
"When I was studying calculation, I worked out a set of figures. Whenever the Misty Cloud Barrier opened, every additional five-colored cloud raised returns by five points, roughly half a percent; ordinary customers were slightly less effective. For crowds above a hundred, counted in groups of ten, every additional group raised it by only four points, and the reverse was true as well."
After a brief pause, she said softly, "This auction invited a total of one hundred and forty buyers. The actual attendance came to one hundred and fifty-four, while the pre-event confirmations numbered one hundred and twenty-two, lowering average returns by fifteen percent... Should I be hoping for a few more five-colored clouds?"
Laughter drifted from within the smoke and clouds.
Mr. Tianjiao sighed again. "As for courage, she is second to none as well."
Shen Wan was making sport of herself and those several great powers who had "come uninvited," and her purpose was obvious—she had to break the tension brought by these unwelcome guests. Otherwise, all the buyers would be trembling with fear, as though calamity might descend at any moment. No matter how suitable a treasure was, it could not outweigh one's own life. More likely, they would simply become spectators, sitting back to watch those great powers name their prices.
For now, it seemed to be having some effect.
Yu Ci swept his gaze over the venue. The Misty Cloud Barrier could block his sight and disrupt his spiritual awareness, but it could not destroy his perception of everyone's emotional states.
He had refined the Seven Emotions Demonic Pill to heal his injuries, and what he needed were relatively calm, positive emotions that could last for a long time. An auction