No matter how you looked at it, today's auction probably wasn't going to happen.
Yuan Yi sat across from Sun Buxiao with a grave expression, cautiously studying this powerhouse who looked far too young. Two questions occupied his thoughts.
First, where exactly had this Sakigawa come from? What was his background? Could he be the heir of some major force, visiting the Black-Corner Region to temper himself? After all, a Dou Ling fighting above his rank against Dou Wangs-and two of them, at that-definitely, absolutely possessed Dou Emperor-level strength. Tu Xin and Tu Miao were brothers born of the same mother, with wind and fire Dou Qi respectively. When they fought, the wind fanned the flames, allowing them to hold their own even against a Dou Emperor. Yet against Sakigawa, they had lasted barely over two minutes before nearly being kicked to death like stray dogs by the roadside.
Most importantly, Sun Buxiao didn't seem to have exhausted himself at all. That eager look of his earlier had suggested he wanted to fight Yuan Yi next.
Second, what did he want to discuss with him?
As the master of the Eight Gates, an intelligence broker and merchant who could charm every side in the Black-Corner Region, Yuan Yi had no shortage of worldly knowledge.
He could identify many of the things this fellow called Sakigawa possessed at a glance.
The woeful poison body.
The netherworld poison flame.
And that mysterious Soul Solution.
The more Yuan Yi thought about it, the more wary he became.
Sun Buxiao sat opposite him without saying a word, simply smoking a Pheobe King and smiling.
My strength depends entirely on your imagination, buddy.
In reality, he was just some roadside nobody without any backing. His leg even seemed to have broken again...
His current composure