Hot Auction

The auction hall was brightly lit, and the crowd buzzed like a boiling cauldron.

Especially below the stage, it had become the domain of stewards from great clans and wealthy houses. Those on good terms chatted with one another, while those at odds acted as though they did not see each other. Many took the chance to broaden their connections.

As soon as the hour of the dragon arrived, an auctioneer stepped onto the stage, and the noise below swiftly died down.

There were still many people lined up outside Fang Yun's private room, but they had no choice but to leave.

After seeing off the last group of guests, Fang Yun returned to the bench in the private room.

Ao Huang was sprawled over the railing with his back to Fang Yun. Fang Yun saw Ao Huang's tail right beside him, and with nothing better to do, reached out to feel it. He wondered what a tail was like. It was as hard as dragon horns, yet possessed a flexibility dragon horns lacked. It was quite peculiar.

Ao Huang rolled his eyes and muttered softly, "Don't you know a True Dragon's backside isn't to be touched? Forget it. I'll just take it as you flattering a dragon's rear..."

Yang Yuhuan and Su Xiaoxiao covered their mouths and laughed.

A knock sounded at the door. Then Zhao Hongzhuang, dressed in a blue scholar's robe, pushed the door open and entered.

"Big Sister Hongzhuang!" Su Xiaoxiao hurriedly rose to her feet.

Fang Yun nodded, treating Hongzhuang as one of their own.

Zhao Hongzhuang sat down, linking her left arm with Yang Yuhuan's and her right arm with Su Xiaoxiao's, and began speaking with them in low voices.

At that moment, the elderly auctioneer on the stage, well past sixty, cupped his