The Nine Provinces Pavilion.

A private room.

Looking through the window lattice, they could see the jade platform at the center of the hall.

The auction would take place atop the platform.

Su Yi and company took their seats, one by one.

Wen Xinzhao naturally sat beside him. Qing Ya sat on his other side.

When Huo Yunsheng saw this, he felt so sour that it was as if someone had overturned a jar of vinegar in his heart. That sour feeling was hard to bear, and his expression turned rigid and overcast.

Zhang Yuntao sat in a corner. From time to time, his gaze landed on Su Yi, who sat shoulder-to-shoulder with Wen Xinzhao. Whenever this happened, his expression turned complicated.

Just two days ago, Su Yi had defeated him in two attacks. He’d yet to recover from the weight of that blow.

Regardless of how he felt about it, when he faced Su Yi now, this elder of Cloudsky Divine Palace no longer dared act as lofty and superior as he did when he first met Su Yi.

Before long, the auction began. An elder of the Nine Provinces Pavilion, the long-robed Xiang Yong, was personally hosting this event.

The very first treasure on offer threw the entire venue into uproar and drew numerous g...