After a brief interlude, the various factions entered one after another.
The originally quiet auction hall filled in the blink of an eye with crisscrossing figures, while a tide of discussion rose on all sides, completely igniting the atmosphere in the hall.
The elegant room where Shen Yun was located sat at the highest point of the venue, in a Heaven-Character-Size Box—only ten seats were available, and from its commanding position, every movement in the hall could be seen clearly.
Looking out, the distance between seats was actually a hundred zhang.
A hundred thousand guests took their seats one after another, yet it did not seem crowded in the slightest. Instead, it gave off a strange sense of emptiness.
Beside every guest stood a maid in quiet attendance, either pouring tea and offering water or explaining the proceedings. Their movements were gentle and refined, making people feel as if bathed in a spring breeze.
"You really can't tell from outside. Only after coming in do you understand what it means to be magnificent and splendid." Shen Qingruo's gleam in the eyes shifted as she sighed softly.
Luo Xi, at her side, did not answer, merely giving a faint smile.
She raised her fair hand, took up the pot, poured water, and brewed tea, the whole series of movements unfolding like flowing water.
In only a moment, three cups of spirit tea, wreathed in curling cloud-like steam, had been offered before the table.
Watching her calm and composed manner, Shen Yun recalled the earlier rumors and immediately understood: It seems the arrangements of this venue were most likely done by Miss Luo... it really is ingeniously conceived.
He accepted the teacup, thanked her, and began sizing up the guests from the various sides.
At a rough glance, Immortal Realm experts