On the other side, at the auction.
Several figures returned separately to the top-floor VIP rooms.
The auction for the last item had concluded, but they didn't yet know where it went.
"Demon Venerable, we lost them."
Two of the figures knelt before an old man in a green robe with a pale face, an ink-green demon mark on his forehead.
"Lost them? Seems they have some skills."
The Ten Thousand Poison Demon Venerable snorted coldly, "They are very cautious. I guess their skills aren't that great. Check from the auction side; I don't believe they can just disappear out of thin air."
In the adjacent VIP room, a woman knelt before another, even more beautiful woman in a blood-red dress, reporting, "Master, they are very skilled. They knew we would follow, left early, and easily shook me off."
"You are a High-Level Demon General. To shake you off, they must either be familiar with this place or more powerful than you. Continue investigating and get a clear understanding first."
