This elderly man didn't find anything special about the storage money card. After all, the items auctioned here could range from a few thousand to tens or even hundreds of thousands of gold coins. In such large transactions, a storage money card was an essential item.
However, in the eyes of the elderly man, Zuo Feng seemed like a very ordinary fifteen or sixteen-year-old mountain boy. This inevitably surprised him. Typically, those who used storage money cards for transactions here were powerful individuals or well-known families on the continent.
Yet, this boy bore no familial insignia from head to toe. The elderly man had no impression of such a young man, nor could he connect the boy to any family in his memory. With a face full of confusion, he scrutinized Zuo Feng, his thumb repeatedly rubbing on the storage money card.
