"Well… The Righteous Sword… Since they have already given me that title…"
"I might as well act like one."
After those words,
Han Wei waited, expecting more.
When nothing else came, he blinked in confusion.
He opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again before scratching his cheek.
"…Master, I still don't understand."
Li Feng finally glanced at him from the corner of his eye, the corner of his lips curling slightly.
Just as he was about to explain—
A soft chime rang out from the auction hall below.
The atmosphere in the private room shifted slightly as everyone's attention was drawn toward the stage.
Below,
An old gentleman in elegant dark robes slowly walked onto the platform, his white hair neatly tied behind his head and a calm, professional smile resting on his wrinkled face.
He stopped at the center of the stage and cupped his hands toward the audience.
