At that moment, Xiao Yao's brow suddenly twitched as he looked toward the second-floor seats across from him. There, Fan Ling, the young sect master of the Blood Sect whom he had seen at the entrance earlier, was watching him with a strange look in his eyes.
Xiao Yao withdrew his gaze without paying him any mind, then sat directly down on the sofa and waited for the auction to begin.
"Young Sect Master, what is it?" The pale-faced young man slowly withdrew his gaze. Beside him, an equally pale old man asked in a low voice.
"Nothing. It's just that some sort of aura on that fellow seems to make me deeply wary, as though I'm nothing more than an ant before him—like he could crush me to death at any moment."
A bead of cold sweat had actually appeared on Fan Ling's forehead as he spoke quietly.
Seeing Fan Ling's unusual reaction, the old man said in surprise, "Young Sect Master, judging by your reaction, could that man truly possess a terrifying flame such as a Heavenly Flame? There are only a few people in the entire Black-Corner Region who possess such flames. Given how young he looks, it should be impossible."
Fan Ling shook his head, then shifted his gaze to the crystal platform and muttered softly, "I wonder whether that information is true. If it is, Father said that no matter the price, we must obtain it!"
"Hehe, rest assured, Young Sect Master. The Sect Master has already made arrangements in secret. Even if that item falls into someone else's hands, they definitely won't make it ten miles beyond Black Mark City!" the old man said with a sinister laugh.
"Good." A cold, gloomy curve rose at the corner of the young man's lips. He gradually