For a moment, deathly silence fell over the surroundings, and every gaze converged on the Heaven No. 1 Private Box.
In a second-floor private box, Zhao Mu's face instantly turned from livid to purplish black.
He was a distinguished Sixth Realm elder, a figure wielding real power in Greenwood Valley, yet some nobody from the Outer City had publicly rebuked him before every faction in Azure Cloud City.
This was not merely a slap in his face; it was tearing at Greenwood Valley's very foundations.
Humiliation and furious rage battered back and forth inside his chest. He wanted to erupt, but he was at an auction, where causing trouble was forbidden.
This was the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion. Making a move here was tantamount to declaring war on one of the Great Xia Immortal Dynasty's foremost merchant associations.
Zhao Mu forcibly swallowed the sweet, metallic taste rising in his throat and returned to his seat without a word, his eyes fixed on the ninth floor.
Elsewhere, Gu Changfeng slumped in his chair.
His mind was a tangled mess, and Gu Qinghe's voice kept echoing in his ears.
A useless wretch he had regarded as a castoff of his lineage, someone its guards had driven into a deathtrap, was actually sitting in the Heaven No. 1 Private Box, casually bidding such an astronomical sum of spirit stones.
Gu Changfeng felt no guilt whatsoever, only fury at having been played and an uncontrollable surge of greed.
That unfilial son... he must have stumbled into some dogshit luck deep in the Heavenly Spirit Mountain Range and dug up the cave abode where an ancient powerhouse passed away!
Gu Changfeng worked it out in his mind. He must have stolen the heaven-defying fortune that should have belonged to the Gu Household!
Those spirit stones,