Ye Fan asked the manager, "Can you arrange a top-class private box for me?"
He had seen about a dozen private boxes on the second floor of the auction hall, several of which were already occupied.
The manager replied, "Daoist, the top-class private boxes aren't cheap!"
"This should be enough, right?" Ye Fan placed a small piece of an Immortal Stone in the man's hand.
Immediately, the manager was shocked. A flicker of greed crossed his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it. He knew he couldn't be greedy here.
"Enough, more than enough! I'll arrange a box for you right away!"
Sitting in the private box, Ye Fan could see everything in the hall below, but the people in the hall could not see him. He sensed the occupants of the two boxes flanking his own.
In the box to his left, a domineering aura surged, filling the space and creating an oppressive atmosphere.
