The auction at the Mulberry Auction House was nearing its end. Xiao Ying had largely achieved his goals, even exceeding his expectations. Thinking of the souls in those dozens of storage bags, he could hardly wait to activate a large number of Spirit-Infused Puppets and begin repairing the Myriad Spirits Ancient Vessel, so he led everyone away.
"High Priest of the Black Tower Tribe!"
Xiao Ying and the others had barely left the VIP room when an urgent, pleading cry rang out.
High Priest King Lihuo was hurrying toward them with more than a dozen witch warriors from the Lifen Tribe. Their expressions were grim, with unmistakable traces of dejection and bewilderment.
A smile touched Xiao Ying's lips as he silently watched King Lihuo and the other members of the Witch Clan approach.
"We pay our respects to the High Priest of the Black Tower Tribe!"
Coming to a halt, High Priest King Lihuo once again offered a solemn, deeply respectful salute.
"We pay our respects to the High Priest of the Black Tower Tribe!"
The dozen or so witch warriors of the Lifen Tribe followed with solemn, respectful greetings, though they were clearly somewhat reluctant and embarrassed.
Xiao Ying continued smiling without speaking, while Horned Dragon Elder and the other Black Tower clansmen wore smug, gloating sneers, feeling thoroughly gratified.
High Priest King Lihuo's aged face darkened. Gritting his teeth, he pressed a hand to his chest and bowed in a priest's formal salute. "If the High Priest of the Black Tower Tribe is willing to pay one million immortal crystals for us, the Lifen Tribe is willing to submit to the Black Tower Tribe!"
"What?!"
The Black Tower clansmen gaped, their eyes wide with shock, unable to react for a moment.
The Lifen Tribe, which had always stood