What?
Murder?
The ten attendants of the Grand Yan Auction House looked as if they had been struck by lightning. Each one of them had been casually ignoring and somewhat impatiently watching Su Chen a second ago, but in the next, their eyes suddenly brightened sharply.
They stared at Su Chen, watching him intently.
The atmosphere abruptly turned silent and oppressive.
About three breaths later.
"Hahaha..." The silence and oppression were suddenly broken, as all ten attendants burst into laughter, their eyes filled with mockery as they now looked at Su Chen as if he were a fool.
"Whose silly boy is lost? Hurry up and take him back." Then, one of the attendants raised his eyes and called out to the martial cultivators passing by on the street, eliciting a series of curious and puzzled glances.
