Everyone who walked through the doors involuntarily stopped in their tracks, their eyes fixed on the screen ahead.
They might have been admiring the collectibles, or perhaps they were admiring the screen itself, perfected to an extraordinary degree.
Everyone present was either one of the world's wealthiest people or someone accompanying them. Their experience far surpassed that of ordinary people.
Yet even the world's most advanced 3D technology could not match this screen's visual effects.
It was like an enchanted mirror, presenting everything in the world before them in its most perfect form.
At that moment, the image showed an ancient sword. Although it appeared on a screen, it felt as though it stretched across the space before them. Everyone could feel its sharpness prickling against their skin!
It was as though a real sky-splitting blade had been pressed against their throats.
Shen Bing surveyed the hall. It certainly lived up to its reputation as the largest venue at Sotheby's headquarters. Aside from the spacious stage, at least five hundred and thirty sumptuous leather chairs stood across the floor and along both sides.
Each chair occupied more space than a first-class seat on an airplane.
Between every pair of chairs stood a small redwood table.
Besides exquisite refreshments, each table held two booklets.
Shen Bing made a rough estimate. The décor of this exhibition hall alone must have cost at least a million—pounds.
Yet the people who had already entered were neither discussing the hall's extravagance nor paying attention to the exhibits on the screen. Instead, they were fascinated by the screen itself.
Shen Bing could glean something of their thoughts from the conversations he overheard.
"Mr. Hatoyama, Sharp is a leader in the display industry. Do you know which company manufactured this screen?" an elderly man with East Asian