The most prestigious private rooms at the Fire God Auction House were divided into four ranks: "Heaven," "Earth," "Venerable," and "Man." The "Heaven" room was at the far left.
Anyone able to reserve a room here was certainly no ordinary person, regardless of strength or status.
"My lord, Jade Cup Glazed Son has appeared. Shall we make a move?"
A young man stood behind a middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man sat upright in the center of the room, giving off the grave, immovable impression of a mountain. Simply sitting there, he seemed capable of suppressing all the power around him.
"Make a move? Too early. Wait until they have fought each other nearly to the death, then we'll bid directly!"
The middle-aged man waved a hand, naturally radiating an air of superiority.
"Yes!" The young man nodded, a trace of doubt in his eyes. "With your status, my lord, you could simply ask the auction house for it, and they would never dare refuse. Why go to the trouble of attending the auction..."
"Hmph, simply ask for it? Though Jade Cup Glazed Son is precious, it is not worth my personally opening my mouth for. Since they are auctioning it, we'll just crush them with money!" The middle-aged man smiled faintly. "In this world, I refuse to believe anyone has more money than I do!"
"That is only natural. Our Gathering Wealth Pavilion controls the circulation of Divine Stones throughout the world. In terms of wealth alone, even Haotian Tower, hailed as the richest among the Nine Great Powers, can scarcely contend with us. If we called ourselves second in the world, no one would dare call themselves first!"
The young man lifted his head high, his face brimming with pride.
And indeed, he had every right to be proud.