When the time came, the heavy rosewood doors slowly opened inward. The elegantly dressed guests followed the red carpet inside, passed through a forecourt filled with rare flowers and exotic herbs, and entered the main auction hall to take their numbered seats.
Yun Che did not show himself in the seats near the stage. Instead, he sat in the quietest private viewing box on the top floor, holding his tea and leisurely watching the bustling crowd below.
The auctioneer was a veteran hired at a high salary from a long-established auction house. He stepped onto the stage right on time, and after warming up the crowd, four attendants wheeled and carried the first lot onto the stage. The moment its red silk covering was lifted, a low chorus of gasps swept through the hall.
It was a stalk of Stargrass a full thousand years old, tiny flecks of starlight still shimmering over its leaves-the very kind of natural treasure most needed to break through to the Emperor Realm. People below immediately began raising their bids, and the back-and-forth calls soon brought the atmosphere to a fever pitch.
In several VIP boxes, some prominent figures frowned slightly. They had all come to gauge the situation on behalf of their respective factions.
Now, the goods being auctioned had indeed startled them. Such reserves were truly hard to imagine a mere God Kingdom being able to offer so casually.
Wang Chan, the Ninth Seat of the Heavenly Dao Council, lightly tapped the armrest with his left index finger, a vicious gleam flashing through his eyes.
"So this is the business that man established? As expected of someone even Ouyang Xifan could only choose to avoid confronting for now. His reserves really are terrifying."
The Shadowflow King, one of the Nine Shadows of Shadow