Everyone stood up in a fury, a resolute look in their eyes.
A cold gleam flashed in Luu Fangliang's eyes. He shot to his feet and said, "I think they're preparing the last few grand finale treasures now. Let's go to the back courtyard."
"Alright," Wen Qingye nodded.
The two rose and headed toward the back of the auction house. The scene was utterly chaotic and deafeningly loud; no one noticed them making their way to the Divine Wind Auction House's back courtyard.
A fire was spreading in silence, yet no one seemed to notice.
.......
"In the back courtyard, a middle-aged man in his forties was instructing several nearby handmaidens. 'Next up is a bottle of a Sixth-Grade Pill, the Guiyuan Pill. Get it ready, quickly.'"
The handmaidens nodded hurriedly in acknowledgement, not daring to show the slightest delay.
The middle-aged man was clad in a tight, black outfit. One of his eyes was blind, but the other shone with an exceptionally sharp light.
THUD! THUD!
