Auction

According to the original timeline, Zhao Manyan should have been one year younger than Mo Xie.

Yet, he actually told him they were the same age now, a piece of news that sent ripples through his heart.

The timeline seemed to have changed because of Mo Xie's appearance.

It did not matter, though. After all, there had already been too many bizarre things, and he was almost used to it.

If the timeline was messed up, so be it; it was just that some people were pushed back a year, so it was not a big deal.

Zhao Manyan saw Mo Xie's expression shifting constantly and thought he had said something wrong.

Yet, upon second thought, he had not said anything bad either.

To be safe, he asked cautiously.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Mo Xie shook his head and said.

"The Light Element alone isn't enough at the Basic Level. It's still very useful once you reach the Intermediate and Advanced Levels. With the Zhao Clan's financial resources, they can easily push you to the Super Level, so you don't need to worry."

"That logic makes sense, but the problem lies right there. My old man is unwilling to give me too many resources, talking nonsense about self-reliance and saying that resources obtained by oneself are the only ones that bring a sense of accomplishment."

Zhao Manyan could not help but look up and sigh to the heavens, spreading his hands helplessly as he spoke.

Mo Xie chuckled, patted him on the shoulder, and encouraged him.

"Then you should work hard, achieve some accomplishments, and prove it to your father."

Amidst the idle chatter, the two of them conveniently added each other as friends and exchanged contact information.

Before long, the car slowly stopped outside Chenxi's exclusive auction house.

An auction