Half an hour later.
The cool nocturnal air of the City drifted through the towering pillars of the auction house entrance, carrying the crisp, faint scent of rain and crushed spirit herbs.
The transaction had been completed smoothly in the private rooms; the warded security container housing the Heavenly Saint skeleton stone had been successfully sealed and deposited into Shen Bai's spatial device.
And the painting also fell into the hands of Huo Yue and Shen Ying, who both decided to use the space inside to nurture herbs.
Now, the remaining members of the group were standing idly outside the grand arches of the auction house, waiting for Shen Jian, who had eagerly detached himself from the group to head back down to the bar under the flimsy pretense of delivering the promised tips to the beautiful service girls who had attended to their VIP suite earlier.
Shen Ji and Shen Cai had naturally accompanied him with wide, knowing smirks.
