Early the next morning, Tang San arrived at the Heaven Dou Auction House.
The auction house was an enormous oval, somewhat like an ancient Roman arena, except it was anything but dilapidated. Its decor was lavish throughout. Two rows of young women in qipao stood at the entrance. They were all young and beautiful, but their eyes held no emotion, only the numbness of people who had lost all desire to live.
That was how things worked on the Douluo Continent. To Soul Masters, ordinary people were mere ants. These women were not standing there for anything that could be called a job. They were merchandise.
Tang San walked along the welcoming red carpet and entered the auction house's front hall.
There was a consignment service here, but when Tang San handed over his Godly Zhuge Crossbow, the appraiser visibly froze.
"What's wrong?" Tang San asked in confusion. The man's reaction gave him an ominous feeling.
"Nothing." The appraiser shook his head and resumed his inspection.
Tang San estimated that this Godly Zhuge Crossbow should fetch around three thousand Gold Soul Coins, but the price the appraiser quoted made him frown on the spot.
"One thousand Gold Soul Coins?" Tang San was dumbfounded. That was far below his expectations.
"That's our purchase price. You can choose to put it up for auction, but the price might..." the appraiser suggested. Before he could finish, Tang San cut him off and handed over the Godly Zhuge Crossbow.
"Then auction it."
Seeing him insist, the appraiser could only sigh helplessly and submit the request.
He felt a little regretful. Seeing how young Tang San was, he had initially planned to hoodwink him, but his bluff had failed.
If they bought it and held it until the next auction, it might fetch an even