Su Shi'er followed the sound and saw a Golden Pill boy attendant hurrying over with a smile.
The boy attendant looked at Su Shi'er respectfully and spoke repeatedly. With one hand, he gestured for Su Shi'er to follow, while with the other, he smilingly lowered his voice to offer a reminder.
A seat rental fee?
Even the cheapest seats cost ten top-grade Spirit Stones per hour?
Yet even an ordinary auction would last at least ten days or half a month. This auction was no small affair, so it would only last longer.
By that calculation, after a single auction, every person would have to spend at least several thousand top-grade Spirit Stones more—perhaps even more?
Naturally, cultivators who could attend an auction here possessed considerable wealth.
To those present, this small amount of Spirit Stones truly was not much.
But on the path of the Great Dao, the road was blocked and long; every inch had to be fought for.
Even a fly was still meat. There were cultivators willing to waste and squander resources, but they were only a portion of the whole.
Most crucially, this not only gave the auction an additional source of income, but also prevented some cultivators from wasting time due to hesitation or other reasons.
Tsk, tsk!
What a fine scheme Duobao Merchant Guild had devised.
Beneath his Bamboo Hat, Su Shi'er raised an eyebrow and pondered inwardly.
He promptly asked, "The rental fee is no issue. But during the auction, are there any private rooms available for this old man's use?"
As he spoke, his gaze passed through the Bamboo Hat and swiftly swept toward the several private rooms that were still vacant in the venue.
Though the Bamboo Hat and hooded robe Magical Treasure concealed his aura, his purpose in coming