Just then, Huangpu Cangsong walked onto the stage from the back. The shrewd, calculating look he'd had while haggling with Ling Xiao was gone, replaced by a gaze as clear and calm as autumn waters. He glanced down at the crowd, and the buzz of conversation throughout the hall abruptly ceased. The room fell silent.
Ye Wen Ni's mouth fell slightly agape. After a moment, she said in amazement, "He really is famous!"
"Good evening, esteemed guests. I trust you're all curious about tonight's auction. The Huangpu Clan's auctions are typically straightforward; we rarely indulge in this sort of manufactured mystery. Perhaps you're all wondering what priceless treasure we have in store. Could it be that this old fellow has forged another high-tier Enchanted Sword?" Huangpu Cangsong paused intentionally, gazing at the sea of expectant eyes below. The old man shot a deliberate glance toward Ling Xiao and Ye Wen Ni's private box upstairs before continuing.
