The auction was held in a grand pavilion, with two middle-aged men in blue robes standing at the entrance. Their faces were arrogant, and the cuffs of their robes were embroidered with a few scattering snowflakes surrounding a sharp ice sword, the emblem of the Flying Snow Sword Sect.
"If you want to enter the auction, you must pay ten thousand middle-grade spirit stones!"
When Chu Ming and Xu Ming reached the entrance, the middle-aged man on the left folded his hands and said indifferently.
Xu Ming was a prodigy ranked very high on the Profound List, and there were few in the small town who didn't know him. However, he wouldn't act too humble just because Xu Ming was a prodigy. After all, Wang Xuanyi was the senior core disciple of the Flying Snow Sword Sect, and even Xu Ming wasn't much when compared to him.
Swish, swish!
