Nearly half the cultivators left at the same time.
At that moment, the formation aura along the edges of the auction venue became immensely powerful, and the spatial ripples it stirred were particularly astonishing.
Just as Su Shi'er was swallowed whole by the spatial fluctuations, the other cultivators in the venue who had chosen to leave also stepped out of the auction hall one after another.
When they reappeared, they were already in the grand hall of the Hanhai Auction House.
Several hundred cultivators clad in identical black hooded robes had appeared at once. Without speaking, there was simply no way to tell who had been where in the auction venue before.
"Fellow Daoists, Seniors, all you need do next is return the hooded robes and Bamboo Hat Magical Treasures provided by our auction house to conceal your auras, and you may leave on your own."
"Of course, if any Fellow Daoists or Seniors are interested in this set of Magical Treasures, you may pay to keep them. The price is not high—after the discount, it is only two thousand low-grade Spirit Crystals."
As everyone looked at one another, an aged voice rang out.
A weathered old man with wrinkles covering his face slowly emerged from a corner of the hall.
He was none other than the Hanhai Auction House cultivator who had received them earlier.
At that moment, he smiled as he spoke to the crowd.
As soon as his words fell, several cultivators in the crowd immediately removed their hooded robes and Bamboo Hat Magical Treasures, handed them back to the old man, and strode briskly out of the Hanhai Auction House.
Without exception, all the cultivators who chose to do so were Nascent Soul Stage cultivators.
At the auction, they had merely acquired some Heavenly Materials and