Throughout all that time, however, the private room above remained completely silent. Neither Kyrian nor Gao Ziyue showed any intention of participating, their eyes calmly watching the spectacle below in stark contrast to the crowd's excitement.
Time passed slowly, the minutes stretching into an hour. One by one, the finest treasures disappeared, each sale marking the end of another fierce competition.
Then, at last, something different happened.
Four men dressed in black carefully stepped onto the stage, their movements so perfectly synchronized that they seemed like a single entity. Each held one corner of a heavy box made of black wood, so dark that it seemed to swallow the light around it.
Spiritual runes continuously glowed around it, forming multiple layers of seals that pulsed with powerful energy.
The moment the box appeared, Gao Ziyue subtly straightened her posture. Something about that box immediately caught her attention, a magnetic pull she could not explain.
