The scene was explosive, shattering the women's perspectives. In secret, they thought about hosting their own auctions to sell off their used goods.
Someone whispered, "This kid won't last three days; he's bound to die."
"He has no idea what he's doing. The original owner here holds a noble status; how could they tolerate being tainted like this?"
"Are the rumors true?"
"They should be. Otherwise, why has no one dared to touch the restrictions on this estate, not even the Outer Sect Master who seems to turn a blind eye."
"This brat is certainly doomed; he dares to anger the heavens, and even an immortal wouldn't save him!"
"..."
The women whispered with strange expressions, their eyes filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment.
Just as they are women, someone else's used items can be auctioned off; comparison is indeed infuriating.
A bathtub they deemed worthless was ultimately sold for the astronomical price of five million spirit stones.
