The auction house was introducing a cloak.
When an enemy struck its wearer, the cloak would turn them incorporeal for one second.
It could be used once every three days.
Each use consumed seventy percent of the wearer's strength.
Even with such harsh conditions, bidders flocked to it like ducks to water.
—It was a superb treasure for warding off assassinations and sneak attacks!
Xu Yuan returned to the auction house just then.
He did not go back to his seat. Instead, he booked a private box.
The boxes lined both sides of the auction hall and were reserved for important figures or entire teams.
Their prices were staggering.
But as an S-rank powerhouse about to auction off a Universe Key, Xu Yuan only had to ask, and the auction house arranged it at once.
At that moment,
the auctioneer was calling out bids from the dais.
Xu Yuan sat in the box, smoking Soul-Helping Smoke. He picked up his glass and slowly sipped his Champagne.
However many undercurrents were stirring, however deep the schemes and plans ran, none of it had anything to do with him anymore.
He had stepped clear of it all.
His phone suddenly rang.
"Hello."
"Spotted you, kid. Wait, you booked a box? Aren't you inviting us over for a few drinks?"
"Who are you with?"
"Joaquin."
"Come on up."
The call ended.
Soon, someone knocked on the door.
"Come in!"
An attendant said respectfully, "Two Returners named Joaquin and Marcelo say they'd like to enter your box."
"Let them in."
"Yes, sir."
A moment later,
Joaquin and Marcelo entered the box.
Marcelo casually took cigarettes and matches from a drawer and lit one for himself.
Then he pulled a bottle of Vodka from an ice bucket, took two glasses, and filled them for Joaquin