He watched as the Profound Seal was pressed into a groove on the Profound Iron Gate. Gleaming with a cold, dark light, it began to RUMBLE as it twisted open...
Ji Xiu lifted his foot and stepped inside.
CLICK. CLACK. CLICK. CLACK. CLACK.
Walking through the silent halls on the first floor, just as Xiao Mingli had said, Ji Xiu saw the "spoils of war" Marquis Beicang had accumulated from his campaigns across the lands.
There was a Demon King's Broken Horn, its fearsome aura yet to fade; a Sect's Guardian Jade Gui made of an extraordinary material, seemingly not from this Celestial Universe;
and Gilded Golden Gloves imbued with a Dragon and Tiger Qi Mechanism, War Armor Treasure Armor... and so on. The dazzling array nearly filled the Obsidian Shelves on both sides, making Ji Xiu click his tongue in silent amazement.
Any single item here could upend the auction houses in the Prefecture City, causing people from all walks of life to fight over it and spend money like water.
