Reality seemed to be proving an ancient truth: no matter how perfect a plan was, it could never keep up with change!
But when enemies met on a narrow path, the brave prevailed. When it came time to risk his life, Mu Fan had never lacked that kind of courage.
"A mask made from the trunk of a Giant God Tree six thousand years old possesses a special calming effect. Our auction house appraisers believe it forms a small natural magnetic field with some as-yet-undetermined therapeutic effects. One confirmed effect is the restoration of damaged mental power."
The auctioneer's indifferent, monotone voice instead made everyone focus entirely on what was being said.
Another reason was that the contents themselves were simply too shocking!
Mental power could actually be restored with a strange wooden mask?
If they had heard such words under ordinary circumstances, they would have dismissed them as pure fantasy. But now, no one doubted it.
The New Moon Auction House, Xinqiluo's most unconventional auction house, had never made a false claim since its founding.
A commotion immediately rose from the crowd.
This was not the Federation. Xinqiluo's free commercial atmosphere had drawn countless races from across the universe here.
For example, the Balanlant Race, famed for telekinesis—the Spittoon Faces. Their two antenna-like eyes were now completely fixed on the Giant God Tree Mask.
Quite a few other buyers also cast their shadowy gazes toward that strange piece of wood.
It might be a valuable item connected to some origin of the universe.
Worth bidding on.
"Starting bid: fifty million. Each raise must be no less than five million. Bidding begins now."
The moment the words fell, bids rose one after another, doubling the price in just fifteen seconds!
"One hundred million."
A fair, plump middle-aged merchant with neither