With Zhou Yi herself intervening and the threat of expulsion hanging over him, Huo Yuhao reluctantly gave up bidding, gazing at the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife with a helpless sigh.
"Two hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins, going once!"
"Two hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins, going twice!"
"Two hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins, going three times-sold!"
The auction hammer fell. The Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife had found its owner and was now firmly in Xiao Zi's grasp.
He smiled faintly, turning a deaf ear to Zhou Yi's mockery. If a dog barked at him, did he really have to bark back?
Fortunately, Wang Dong loathed Soul Tools and had no interest in the auction. Otherwise, given her relationship with Huo Yuhao, things would have gone badly if she helped him bid. Obtaining the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife would have become much harder, unless Xiao Zi revealed his identity as well.
After paying and collecting all his purchases, including the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife, Xiao Zi met his avatar in a dark alley and returned to the hotel under cover of night.
Zhou Yi had wanted to find out just who he was so she could report to Xuan Zi-or rather, tattle-when she returned. But she lost him as soon as she stepped outside and could only lead the students back in frustration.
Inside the hotel room.
The place was remote and modest, far inferior to the luxurious, prestigious Star Emperor Hotel, but it had the advantage of being simple, quiet, and unlikely to attract interruptions. Xiao Zi yearned for the vast world outside rather than a life bound by Shrek's endless rules and restrictions.
The Demon Slayer Race avatar sat to one side, sealing the room with layer upon layer of soul power without leaving a single gap.
With a slight shift of thought, Xiao