"Ophelia."
Lu Li tilted his head as a signal.
Ophelia opened the wooden box, revealing a crawling mass of ice-blue frost crystals, contrasting with the dark red of the Lava Hall.
It gathered the gaze of all present. One could seemingly hear the babbling brook of saliva, the thunderous sound of heartbeats, and the cracking of stones.
"Such an irresistible offer, I was almost tempted..."
The black-haired woman licked her red lips and shifted her enchanting black eyes: "Are there any other guests interested in the Eye of the Ancient God?"
The guests couldn't comprehend her indifference towards the Crystal Strange Currency, yet it gave them a chance — to bid for the Eye of the Ancient God, trading in their Crystal Strange Currency with Lu Li.
"A Weird Lair that bows to you," whispered a skeletal figure.
"Sorry, I don't lack territory."
"One-fourth of the area on the 101st floor of Midnight City," said another peculiar voice.
