Now that Su Jiu's calm voice had thoroughly soothed him, he felt as though he had awakened from a dream. The female cultivator onstage seemed like a temptress who bewitched people's hearts.
A faint trace of disdain showed in Su Jiu's eyes.
This was a Voice Bewitchment Art, but the female cultivator onstage clearly knew only the barest rudiments. She did not even know how to use it properly and could only affect cultivators obsessed with the Evergreen Sword in her hands.
Cultivators with strong wills, however, would remain unaffected even if they harbored such an obsession.
This sort of Voice Bewitchment Art was easy to break. All someone else needed to do was speak to the affected person, keeping him from sinking further into his own world and dwelling on his troubles, and it would crumble without a fight.
The Evergreen Sword's final price settled at forty-nine thousand spirit stones, and the disciple from the Heavenly Dawn Sect won it.
The disciple was delighted, but he still felt somewhat afraid when facing Ding Fen.
He had thought that once he won the sword, Ding Fen would surely find some way to humiliate him. Who would have expected that Ding Fen would not even spare him a glance?
After putting away the sword, he could not help letting out a long breath of relief.
Next, several more inferior treasure artifacts were put up for auction at low starting prices.
During this process, the two men beside Su Jiu did not bid again. The one who had raised his bidding paddle earlier even thanked her respectfully. Presumably, he had thought things through and recognized the trap.
Su Jiu and her companions were extraordinary in both dress and bearing. On reflection, they had no reason to prey on two impoverished rogue