Luoyun City

None of those seated on the third floor were anything less than powerful cultivators, or influential nobles followed by a large retinue.

"Look over there!"

Ling Xiao suddenly lowered his voice and pointed at a group taking their seats in the center of the third floor.

"Those are... people from the Xuantian Sect!"

Gu Sheng's pupils contracted slightly. In the center of the third floor, a group of cultivators in white robes trimmed with gold slowly took their seats. At their head was a stern-faced middle-aged man with a longsword hanging at his waist.

Wherever they passed, the surrounding cultivators lowered their heads in salute.

Outside Sky Cloud Pavilion, Luoyun City.

Young Master Qin kicked aside a beggar blocking his path, his silk robe gleaming with a dazzling golden light beneath the sun.

Behind him trailed seven or eight lackeys wearing ingratiating smiles. Yet the most eye-catching was the tower-like man who always remained half a step behind him, radiating a cold aura—Tie San.

"Young Master Qin, please slow down. Watch the steps."

One of the lackeys bent at the waist, looking exactly like a dog begging for favor.

Young Master Qin snorted coldly. His gaze swept over the crowd lined up outside Sky Cloud Pavilion, and the corner of his mouth curled in disdain.

"A bunch of country bumpkins think they deserve to bid at the same auction as me?"

His voice was not soft. The expressions of several richly dressed merchants at the front immediately darkened, but after recognizing him, they quickly lowered their heads again. In Luoyun City, no one dared offend the City Lord's Mansion's only son.

"Move aside! Young Master Qin is here, so get the hell out of the way!"

The lackeys shouted arrogantly, roughly shoving aside anyone in their path.

Tie San followed