The auction ended.
Li Ping and his companions left the auction hall.
On the way, Cheng Yao and Meng Wanjun chatted excitedly about the bidding for the final treasure, the Cloud-Splitting Shears.
The final bid for the Cloud-Splitting Shears reached sixty-four thousand spirit stones. A core formation middle stage cultivator from the demonic Bloodshadow Church won them.
As they talked, the two women occasionally glanced up at Li Ping, who was walking ahead of them.
Li Ping had not made a single bid for the Cloud-Splitting Shears.
They guessed that perhaps their big brother-or young master-did not have enough spirit stones. After all, what core formation cultivator would not want such a powerful treasure?
During the auction, Cheng Yao had volunteered that she still had several thousand spirit stones on her. If her big brother wanted to bid, she would lend him all of them.
Naturally, Li Ping had waved her offer away.
Both women secretly thought, Big brother-the young master-came away empty-handed. He must be so dejected. Poor thing.
Li Ping had no idea what they were thinking. Otherwise... he would have admitted without hesitation that his purse was indeed painfully thin, and he could not afford the Cloud-Splitting Shears.
He certainly would not go around revealing information about his life-bound treasure.
Li Ping was considering something else. The core formation cultivator from the Bloodshadow Church who bought the Cloud-Splitting Shears is called Blood Saber Old Ancestor. So his life-bound treasure should be a blood saber? A fairly ordinary title, but it does convey his particular specialty.
But that meant anyone who fought him would be especially wary of his blood saber treasure. His title of "Blood Saber Old Ancestor" was effectively an announcement of his own trump card.
*Perhaps I should give myself a title too. How about