One day went by in the blink of an eye, and a new day was welcomed by a chilly morning.

However, the Esteemed Buddha City’s streets were crowded with pedestrians moving towards the auction house located at the city center.

In order to prevent unexpected delays along the way, Huang Xiaolong and his group had set off early for the auction house.

However, when Huang Xiaolong stepped out of his residence, he saw a group of Fortune Gate’s disciples standing in front of the residence from across the street. Both Liang Ming and Wang Wei were part of that group. Wang Wei was standing behind a stalwart middle-aged man. This middle-aged man had icy-blue eyes, and was exuding a coldness and almost negligible breathing.

Blue Empyrean?! The name flashed through Huang Xiaolong’s mind as his eyes narrowed.

Although he had never seen Blue Empyrean in person, Huang Xiaolong was...