"Your Highness", the Inner Court Elder of the Ember Palm Pavilion who arrived at the inn that Wei Yuanjie was staying in bowed in greeting, as did the other two Sect Elders, as well as Disciples and Sect Protectors with them.
"Good evening", Wei Yuanjie nodded in greeting as well, an unreadable smile on his lips, "Shall we?"
The Sect Elders didn't fail to notice, just as Lu Bihai of the Martial Alliance the day before, that aside from Duan Feng, there were ten figures in veiled bamboo hats with the prince, with no sight of Wu Long. And just as Lu Bihai, they came to the same initial conclusions about the reasons for both.
They proceeded to the Soaring Feather Trading Company, the streets leading to it bustling with dense crowds of attendees.
There was a festive atmosphere which hid the tension, and even as they entered the private small balcony of the auction hall, they saw mostly excitement and enthusiasm among the crowds of people both on the ground floor and in the galleries.
