"This slate looks like an extraordinary thing, left over from ancient times. If no one wants it, let me get lucky."
The one who spoke… was Iris.
Her tone was faint, almost casual, but each word carried a weight that pressed upon the hall. Before anyone could react, a glowing arc of spiritual light drifted from her hand.
One hundred Spiritual Heart Stones floated beneath the shimmering aura.
The brilliance of the Heart Stones instantly drew every gaze in the auction house. Like moths drawn to flame, cultivators strained their eyes to see the mysterious woman bold enough to casually throw out wealth equivalent to a sect's entire treasury.
Yet Iris, Grey, and Seraphina were all wrapped in heavy cloaks. Their faces were concealed, their aura restrained—until now.
Iris felt the probing stares and narrowed her eyes.
"Guys, do we look good?"
She snorted coldly.
The next instant—
a terrifying pressure belonging to a Supreme Realm powerhouse swept through the hall.
"—!!"
