Beyond Expectations

"It's nothing. I was just thinking about how to leave safely."

Mu Xi's expression changed.

"Someone has their eyes on us?"

"Yes, the one on the second floor wearing the gold-thread brocade robe."

Mu Feng lowered his voice.

"He's been targeting me ever since the bidding earlier. Now, I'm afraid..."

Mu Xi bit her lower lip, determination in her eyes.

"Brother, should we return the spirit herb? Staying alive is more important."

"No!"

Mu Feng cut off his sister.

"This is the treasure I worked so hard to find to heal your spiritual root. We absolutely cannot give it up."

Gu Sheng's voice transmission flashed through his mind.

"Don't worry. Someone has agreed to help us."

The auction was nearing its end, and the cultivators in the hall began filing out one after another.

Mu Feng noticed that Zhao Pengzu and Dong Wei were already standing on either side of the exit, their gazes occasionally sweeping in their direction.

"Fellow Daoist Mu."

Gu Sheng's voice rang out in Mu Feng's mind once more.

"When the auction ends, don't rush to leave.

Fellow Daoist Ling Xiao will create some confusion. Take the chance to leave through the side door."

Mu Feng nodded almost imperceptibly.

"The final auction item—an eighth-grade spirit weapon, the Frost Sword. The starting price—"

The auctioneer's voice was abruptly interrupted by a piercing metallic screech. Everyone turned toward the sound and saw that Ling Xiao had somehow appeared in the center of the hall, a longsword in his hand emitting a teeth-grinding hum.

"My apologies. The spirit weapon is out of control."

Ling Xiao clasped his hands apologetically, but the humming only grew louder, making many cultivators frown and cover their ears.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Gu Sheng quietly approached Mu Feng.

"Follow me."

Mu Feng took