Ya Fei gave Hai Bodong a brief look, then led Xiao Yun and the others upstairs. A moment later, she brought them expertly to a large door.
Several guards stood at the entrance. Seeing Ya Fei bring several unfamiliar people over, they swept curious, puzzled gazes across Xiao Yun and the others. But after merely satisfying their curiosity, they returned to their expressionless demeanor and stood quietly on either side of the door, diligently carrying out their duties.
Ya Fei stepped forward and pushed open the door, revealing a spacious room inside. Its furnishings were simple: several chairs and a bookshelf filled with books.
After entering the room and closing the door, Ya Fei smiled at Xiao Yun and the others. "Have a seat. It's quiet here, perfect for discussing matters."
Nodding, Xiao Yun and the others each pulled over a stool and sat down.
A gentle smile appeared on Ya Fei's face as she looked at Xiao Yan and asked softly, "What is it that you need, little brother Xiao Yan?"
Xiao Yan gathered his thoughts, raised his head to look at Ya Fei, and asked, "Sister Ya Fei, does this auction house have any heavenly treasures capable of restoring soul power?"
"Restoring soul power?" Ya Fei was slightly taken aback. Her brows furrowed as she rose and walked to the bookshelf, taking down a book and beginning to search through it. After a moment, Ya Fei shook her head regretfully. "Sorry. I checked the auction house's inventory from recent years, but there is nothing like what you are looking for, little brother Xiao Yan."
A flash of disappointment crossed Xiao Yan's face. He gave a bitter smile and shook his head. "It's fine, Sister Ya Fei. You don't need to apologize to me."
Xiao Yan had not expected