Wang Yan led the group onward along the street.
Before long, a magnificent building appeared before them.
It was an auction house dozens of meters tall, semicircular in shape. Its outer walls were made of silvery-white metal and crystals, gleaming faintly beneath the lights.
A massive auction house emblem hung above the entrance, while Soul Masters streamed in and out without end. Among them were quite a few experts wearing the attire of major factions.
Wang Yan stopped, glanced up at the building before turning to the others.
"Since we're already here, let's go in and have a look."
"This auction house is quite famous across the continent. Rare items often appear inside. Even if we don't buy anything, it'll still broaden our horizons."
Xu Sanshi immediately perked up.
"An auction house? Does that mean there are lots of good things inside?"
"Of course."
Wang Yan smiled and nodded.
"But don't get your hopes up too high. Truly precious items are often outrageously expensive."
Xu Sanshi waved a hand dismissively.
"It's still worth a look. What if I come across some treasure that suits me?"
Bei Bei, Jiang Nannan, and the other team members had no objections either, and they all headed toward the auction house entrance.
However, just as everyone was about to enter, Wang Donger stopped where she was.
As she looked at the auction house before her, her brows slowly furrowed, and an indescribable irritation suddenly rose within her.
The feeling came without any warning.
It was as though a voice deep inside her heart kept urging her to leave.
Don't go in.
Don't come into contact with Soul Tools.
And don't learn anything related to Soul Tools.
Wang Donger pressed her lips together hard, forcibly suppressing the discomfort in her heart before speaking to the others.