After leading them through the enormous auction house for over ten minutes, the maid brought them into an elegant, spacious private room. She bowed, then hurried away in a frightened panic, her figure still trembling as she left. Medusa had clearly given her quite a scare.
Hun Changqing watched her leave with regret. If Medusa had not been there, that girl might have given him a professional massage in the private room.
Enjoying a massage while gazing down at the masses through that huge pane of glass-just imagining it gave Hun Changqing a thrill. Unfortunately, he would not get the chance.
With a sigh, Hun Changqing sat down in the spacious chair, upholstered in fine, soft velvet, and quietly waited for the auction to begin.
After a quarter of an hour of boredom, the clear peal of a bell slowly rang through the venue, and a smiling, white-haired old man walked onto the glittering crystal platform.
As the old man took the stage, the deafening clamor below gradually subsided. Countless eyes turned toward the crystal platform, burning with anticipation.
The old man onstage discreetly swept his gaze over several of the major factions present, then said with a smile,
"I imagine you're all tired of waiting, so I won't annoy you with any empty formalities. Now, the annual Black Seal City Auction officially begins!"
As the old man's voice fell, dazzling light erupted over the crystal platform. A moment later, the glare gradually faded, revealing a longsword, blue from tip to hilt, before him.
"This is the Cold Edge Sword..."
"The Dulei Silk... sold!"
"The Qiaoling Chocolate... sold!"
Once the auction began, all manner of Dou Techniques, cultivation methods, weapons, treasured armor, medicinal ingredients, and pills appeared one after another.
Hun Changqing lounged lazily in his soft chair,