"A Soul Saint?"
Ning Fengzhi murmured softly, an almost imperceptible flicker of astonishment crossing his eyes.
To possess such cultivation at so young an age-which family had raised this boy?
Was it the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan, or one of the two great empires?
Or perhaps the Clear Sky Sect...
Or even Spirit Hall, where mighty experts gathered like clouds...
"Fengzhi, are you thinking of...?"
Reading his expression, Chen Xin seemed to glimpse the thoughts surging through Ning Fengzhi's mind and asked softly.
Ning Fengzhi smiled faintly and shook his head, his voice gentle yet profound.
"Let's watch a little longer."
With that, his gaze returned to the boy, anticipation and curiosity glimmering in his eyes.
By now, the auction was halfway through, yet not a trace of expression had surfaced on Chen Jue's face.
After all, these supposedly precious treasures were nothing but trash to him.
He had been waiting all along for Catwoman and the things he wanted to bid on to appear.
"The next auction item!"
The host's voice rang through the entire venue like a great bronze bell, stirring ripples of anticipation.
A small cart with simple, old-fashioned decorations slowly rolled into the spotlight, carrying a carefully covered cage.
As the cart advanced, the host's tone grew increasingly impassioned.
"This is a rare treasure indeed, especially for our male guests-the perfect thing for sharpening your blades and exercising your rods."
The exhibit arrived beside the host.
At last, with an enthusiastic flourish, the host slowly lifted the heavy cloth covering the cage.
"Now, let us all witness this first eye-catching auction item!"
As the cloth fell away completely, the scene inside the cage gradually came into view.
In that instant, an indescribable anticipation and excitement seemed to fill the air, setting the entire