Her words fell silent.
Those present exchanged glances, temptation flickering in their eyes, but no one stepped forward.
Most of those present were Dou Zhe and Dou Shi brought along by their elders.
A smaller portion were leaders of third-rate factions, with cultivation at the Da Dou Shi level.
The very few remaining were leaders of second-rate factions and elders of first-rate factions, possessing the strength of Dou Ling.
If Mittel had not exaggerated its claims, the power of this treasured sword was enough to rival an attack from a high-level Da Dou Shi.
Aside from those few Dou Ling experts, who among the people present had the confidence to step forward and try it?
Even for a Da Dou Shi, failing to block the attack would not mean death, but it would be terribly humiliating.
Thus, many of the Da Dou Shi present were hesitating over whether to step forward.
"Since no one else wishes to come forward, let this old man give it a try."
Just then, a voice came from one of the private rooms above.
Upon hearing it, the vast majority of those present wondered who the speaker was.
Anyone who could enter a private room was certainly no nameless nobody.
A select few people in the private rooms, however, looked surprised and uncertain.
"That voice sounds so familiar. Could it be... that old fellow Nalan Xun?"
Hearing someone respond, Ya Fei looked toward the private room where the voice had come from and said with a radiant smile, "Please come down, honored guest."
Before long.
A figure emerged from a passageway and headed toward the auction stage.
It was a white-haired old man dressed in simple, elegant white robes, with a kindly face.
Although he looked aged, his movements were remarkably nimble. His strides carried