Giving You Face

"Qi Shaoling, are you bullying people again?"

The voice was not loud, yet the entire third floor fell silent in an instant.

Qi Shaoling's hand froze in midair, and his expression turned extremely ugly.

Gu Sheng turned his head and saw a woman in fitted white clothes walking toward them at an unhurried pace.

She looked around twenty-seven or twenty-eight. Her features were exquisite, yet as cold as frost, and a slender silver flexible sword hung at her waist.

What drew the most attention was the badge on her chest—the violet-gold emblem of the Purple Cloud Divine Sect's Law Enforcement Hall!

"Senior Sister Ye."

Qi Shaoling's imposing manner immediately withered, and he awkwardly withdrew his hand.

Ye Yiyi swept a cold glance over him.

"Get back to your private room. If I see you throwing your weight around again, I won't mind disciplining the City Lord's son on his behalf."

Qi Shaoling's face alternated between green and white as he gritted his teeth.

"Ye Yiyi, don't go too far! My aunt—"

"If the Seventh Elder knew you were using her name to run wild outside, she would probably be the first to refuse to spare you."

Ye Yiyi cut him off, her voice icy.

"Or do you want me to publicly recount what you did to my younger sister three years ago?"

Those words were like a sharp sword, piercing straight through Qi Shaoling's facade.

Panic flashed in his eyes. In the end, he merely snorted coldly and led his subordinates away in disgrace toward the private pavilions on the fourth floor.

The auction hall was bustling with voices.

Gu Sheng sat in an ordinary seat on the third floor, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings.

The entire auction house was circular and divided into four floors. The higher one