In the Golden Hall of the Green Hotel, the auction proceeded as usual. Valuable lot after valuable lot was wheeled out, and the wealthy guests below began competing fiercely for them.
The auctions of the previous few days had featured nothing of note, but tonight's event finally offered some excitement, and those nobles naturally refused to miss it.
Most auction attendees, however, had their minds far away from the ongoing auction, focusing instead on the new master of the Xishui Alliance, that suddenly appearing royal family member, and the mysterious Northern Land faction.
That royal family member publicly clamoring to contest the imperial throne with Crown Prince Xu Tianran was undoubtedly the most explosive news in Mingdu; compared to it, even the highest-grade auctions had lost their appeal.
A single question surfaced in all of their minds simultaneously: just who was this royal family member claiming to be Xu Sheng?
He had never appeared in the palace before-could he be an emperor father's bloodline left out in the cold? Or perhaps the offspring of some prince?
Everyone was anticipating the upcoming morning court. When the sun rose in the east, it would witness a clash that would determine the future of the Sun Moon Empire.
Inside the VIP Room, Huo Yuhao quietly gazed through the one-way window at the scene within the Golden Hall. In the past, people like Second Elder Nangong Wan of the Holy Spirit Cult and Deputy Cult Leader Feng Ling would have been standing here.
His previous excitement and agitation gradually faded, replaced by a lingering melancholy on his face.
Are you actually scared?
Huo Qiu'er furrowed her brow slightly, asking with a trace of confusion. She felt that Huo Yuhao shouldn't be showing such an expression regarding the upcoming plan.
Huo Yuhao shook his head,