Yun Che nodded silently. The Seven Sins Masks were difficult to suppress, and Zu Pengpeng could rely only on his own mind. Outsiders could not intervene at all, and Yun Che did not know whether Zu Pengpeng would survive in the end.
Seeing Yun Che agree, Zu Pengpeng seemed finally relieved of a great weight on his heart. He once again became that carefree fat man who knew only eating, drinking, and having fun.
At the same time, the Feng Family also tracked down Yun Che. When the family head learned that Yun Che was the ruthless man who had repeatedly humiliated the entire Lei Clan, he said nothing. Gritting his teeth, he waved a hand and slunk away again with his men.
"Damn it, why is it this walking disaster again? Didn't he die on East Pole Island? What did he come back for?"
Two days later, the auction held by the Gold Coin Sage officially began. It was a lively occasion, with practically every prominent figure in the Holy City in attendance.
Yun Che and Zu Tangtang sat in a luxurious private room, looking down at a narrow-eyed man dressed in golden robes and golden shoes, with a golden crown and golden hairpin on his head and a golden fan in his hand. He was Qian Buduo, the Gold Coin Sage.
Qian Buduo wore a broad smile, his eyes narrowed into slits as though they could never open. He cupped his hands slightly toward the distinguished guests on all sides. "Thank you all for coming. I, the Gold Coin Sage, have everything, except that I'm always short of gold coins."
"I'm sure everyone knows the rules of my Gold Coin Auction. Whatever treasure catches your eye, you can take it away as long as you produce enough gold