Huo Yuhao opened his mouth, but in the end, he could only sigh helplessly. He wanted to compete, but his purse was thin, and his opponent's bids were so ruthless that he had no hope of keeping up. All he could do was watch...
"Two hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins, going once!"
"Two hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins, going twice!"
"Two hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins, going three times!"
"Sold! Congratulations, sir, on successfully acquiring Spirit-Devouring, one of the Ranked Carving Knives!"
The auction hammer fell, and the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife belonged to Ling Ya.
Seated a short distance away, Dai Youheng's lips curved into an almost imperceptible smile.
Everything went smoothly. Fortunately, that little rich girl Wang Dong didn't attend this auction because she disliked Soul Tools. Otherwise, given her temperament and how protective she was of Huo Yuhao, if she had helped him bid, complications might really have cropped up, costing us a considerable sum.
The gold of life was finally mine!
After the auction ended, Dai Youheng did not return to the White Tiger Duke's Mansion, that symbol of constraint and indifference. Instead, he casually found a quiet, tidy little hotel in the city and checked in.
To him, the vast world outside felt far more comfortable than that unfamiliar mansion.
The door closed, shutting out the clamor outside. Dai Youheng sat down on the sofa, tapped his fingertips lightly against the armrest, and called calmly, "Ling Ya."
Before his voice had faded, the shadows in the room seemed to ripple slightly. Ling Ya appeared silently like a phantom, dropped to one knee, and respectfully presented the ancient-looking carving knife with both hands. "Greetings, young master! Young master, here is the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife. Please accept it."
"Mm!" Dai Youheng took the carving knife. As his fingertips