He followed the crowd through a yellow curtain of light.
Stepping into the hall, Li Ping swept his gaze around, taking everything in.
He found himself in a grand hall, though its vast interior was furnished very simply.
At the far end stood a curved platform three feet high, surrounded by ascending tiers of stone benches that appeared to have been built from materials gathered on-site.
Some cultivators were already seated on those benches.
Li Ping noticed Chao Xuan pause to survey his surroundings, then find an inconspicuous corner and sit down.
Sure enough, he's the type to lie low.
At the sight, Li Ping silently thought this to himself.
Since he would need to follow Chao Xuan later, he did not go far, finding a seat a short distance away.
Afterward, he quietly waited for the auction to begin.
Several hours passed as he sat there. During that time, thousands of cultivators entered the hall, filling a little under half the seats in the previously empty space.
To Li Ping's relief, perhaps because this auction was not prestigious enough, no Nascent Soul Cultivators appeared. Everyone seated in the hall was a Core Formation Cultivator.
Clang, clang~
After a series of clear, solemn bell chimes, the wide-open doors slowly closed.
At some point, a masked, white-haired figure had appeared on the curved platform at the far end. He stood there, sweeping his gaze over everyone in the hall.
"Hmph!"
He gave a cold snort, and a terrifying pressure spread from his body, enveloping the entire hall.
Feeling that vast aura surge toward him like a tide, fathomless as an ocean abyss, Li Ping's expression instantly changed.
The white-haired figure on the platform was actually a Nascent Soul Cultivator!
He had known it. How could a major event attended by thousands