That cautious manner made Li Ziran laugh, as though there were some earth-shattering secret they were afraid others might discover.
He did not expose it to their face, merely nodding perfunctorily. Now that he had reached this level, he would have to deal with the Ancient Clans sooner or later.
On the auction stage, the incomprehensible recitation finally came to an end. After a series of utterly unremarkable rises and falls in pitch, the auctioneer raised his head and swept his gaze over the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is the sole lot in today's auction: a Memory Fragment of the transformation of Li Ziran's power. The starting bid is ten Void Coins."
Without any particular flourish, he slowly picked up the auction hammer and cleared his throat. "Let the auction begin!"
Li Ziran was speechless. This hardly looked like an auction-it was more like a funeral procession. Even at a funeral, nobody wore such an indifferent expression. It seemed deliberately trained into him. Even if he had never conducted an auction before, he should at least have shown some excitement and burning enthusiasm. Only by getting fired up himself could he rouse the customers.
How could anyone do business with such a cold attitude?
"Thirty!" Before the auctioneer's voice had faded, someone called out a bid.
"Forty!" Another voice came even faster, as though its owner had been ready all along. In just half a minute, the price broke past a hundred Void Coins.
Li Ziran grew increasingly baffled. Was this how business was done in the Void Expanse?
Seeing his confusion, the Snow Woman leaned over and asked curiously, "Aren't you going to bid?"
Li Ziran shook his head. "I don't have any money."
That only made the Snow Woman more curious. "What do you need money for?