Fifth floor.
The sunlight, like a patchwork of light and shadow, shimmered on the platform.
Upon hearing the murmurs from below, Xia Wanqin smiled slightly.
"Do you know that the cauldron is the supreme vessel?"
"The emperor's emblem, represented by the cauldron."
"The auction item to be bid on later is, according to research, a fragment from a cauldron."
As the words fell.
Xia Wanqin lifted the red cloth from the tray.
A bronze fragment half the size of the Great Xia's palm lay on the mahogany tray, covered in spots of rust, mingling with an earthy hue.
"Hmph," someone below sneered, "Wanhua Building isn't being honest, trying to con us with this piece of scrap metal."
At this moment, Xia Wanqin seemed not to hear the murmurs from below, continuing his introduction at his own pace.
"This bronze fragment is from the Ancient Times, a piece from a cauldron. When bathed in the Essence Blood of a Grandmaster, it reveals a purple aura, the aura of an emperor."
