The crowd immediately quieted.
Even some of the cultivators who had been casually chatting moments ago turned their attention toward the stage.
The old man smiled faintly.
"Unlike the previous items, this particular treasure has a rather unusual history. We were unable to determine its exact origin, its creator, or even… the method used to forge it."
Hearing all of thats, a wave of murmurs spread through the hall.
"Unable to determine its origin?"
"What kind of weapon is it?"
"Could it be an ancient treasure?"
The auctioneer raised his hand, silencing the discussion.
"All we know is that it is... a sword."
At those words, two attendants slowly carried a long wooden case onto the stage.
The case looked completely ordinary.
There were no elaborate decorations, no spiritual inscriptions, and no obvious signs that it contained anything valuable.
Yet the old auctioneer's expression had become unusually serious.
