An auction was underway in a cavern hundreds of meters beneath Black Sand City. Everyone present was cloaked and furtive, careful not to reveal the slightest hint of their identity.
But even with their cloaks, the unsettling auras emanating from these Cultivators, mingled with an unidentifiable stench of rot and the choking smell of blood, were palpable. The auction hall, filled with several dozen people, felt more like a slaughterhouse. Though it appeared clean, it was not a place one wished to linger.
Fang Qingyuan and Jinbao mingled among them, both completely shrouded in cloaks. The day before, after learning the location of this place from Wu Mi, Fang Qingyuan had given her a few dozen Spirit Stones, concluding their arrangement.
A few dozen Spirit Stones were nothing to Fang Qingyuan, but for Wu Mi, it was a month's income.
