In the auction hall, the vast chamber was now somewhat empty, with the noisy whispers reduced significantly.
For many, just a glance at the Gold Condensing Pill was a testament to the strength of their Dao Heart, and after witnessing its auction, there was naturally no further need to stay.
At this moment, they were more interested in the cultivators who left.
The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind; no one can say for certain.
Among these departing cultivators, quite a few had intentions toward the treasures.
Those buying treasures needed to leave early, retreat safely, while those without treasures who wanted to snatch them secretly also needed to leave early, setting up plans in advance.
The competition among them was equally a spectacle.
Some cultivators even hoped for both sides to end in mutual destruction, allowing them to reap the benefits.
