Before long, Xiao Yu arrived at the Eight Gates. After passing along one road after another, he finally entered the Sect Hall.
The hall was spacious, with tables and chairs arranged on both sides. Its carpet was made from the hide of some magical beast, and numerous moonlight stones were embedded in the ceiling to provide illumination at night.
He sensed that every table and chair was decorated with a magic core from a Third-Rank Magical Beast. He wondered whether they simply had so much money it was burning a hole in their pockets, or whether the cores served some other purpose.
Even the tea sets on the tables were made from fine jade. Gold wire inlaid along the edges of the tables and chairs formed all sorts of patterns.
The temperature was completely different from outside, cool and comfortable. Some special formation was probably maintaining it.
In short, the place was extraordinarily lavish and thoroughly extravagant.
It was considerably more luxurious than even the Alchemist Guild in the Jia Ma Empire.
They certainly lived up to their reputation as the organizers of the Black Seal Auction. They were fucking loaded.
After entering the hall, Xiao Yu saw an old man in black seated in the place of honor.
The old man in black also spotted Xiao Yu and said with a genial smile, "Welcome to the Eight Gates, my friend. Please forgive any shortcomings in our hospitality. I am Yuan Yi, sect master of the Eight Gates."
His friendly manner left Xiao Yu somewhat surprised. Am I really in the Black-Corner Region? Why does it feel as though I've returned to the Jia Ma Empire?
If I didn't know exactly what sort of place the Black-Corner Region was, I might have believed him. Cunning old fox!
Still, with the