"Mr. Lu?"
"Aren't you the Tributor of the Gong Family? How are you here? Could it be that the person inside is..."
The Ancestor of Zhang was suddenly startled, as if he had suddenly thought of something, he began to sweat profusely.
"That's right, my lady wants to bid on this magical treasure as a gift for Young Master Seventh."
"What, are you trying to snatch away this affection forcefully from my lady?"
Tributor Lu sneered repeatedly.
"No... I wouldn't dare."
The Ancestor of Zhang broke out into a cold sweat.
Despite being a Golden Core Expert, he was so terrified by a single sentence.
In fact, at this moment, no one in the entire auction hall dared to speak.
"The eldest daughter of the Imperial City Gong Family? Could it be Gong Jinling?"
"It's said she is a prodigious figure among the young generation in the Imperial City; reportedly, the Sect Master of Ziwei Sect has taken her as the last personal disciple, becoming the heir of this generation."
