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Having heard Xuan Kong's words, Xiao Hua naturally became even more certain that the newcomer was an Immortal Palace envoy. The Demon Race, however, was somewhat astonished. By habit, the demons all turned to look at that person—though this time, it was not to urge him to bid!
As he spoke, Xuan Kong pointed a finger, and a spray of water appeared out of nowhere. He placed the Qiankun Ring atop it, and the spray spun once in midair before vanishing.
"My apologies, fellow immortals. Please wait a moment; there should be a reply very soon!" Xuan Kong said. He simply stopped presiding over the auction and stood there waiting.
Sure enough, after no more than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, another swordfish swam back with the Qiankun Ring in its mouth. All the demons stretched their necks in anticipation, staring eagerly as the swordfish landed in Xuan Kong's hand, waiting quietly for his explanation.
Xuan Kong took the Qiankun Ring, and the swordfish likewise transformed into demon script and vanished into the back of his hand. Without hesitation, Xuan Kong raised his hand and sent the Qiankun Ring back before that person on a spray of water. Smiling, he said, "The item offered by this fellow immortal is something you cannot provide. Therefore, my Yazi Auction Venue will deal only with this fellow immortal!"
"How is that possible??" That person sprang to his feet in shock and cried, "How could there be something on Cangxian Continent that I... that this old man cannot provide?"
Though the man cautiously