The morning mist of the Three Elements Immortal City had yet to dissipate. Outside the Chen Clan Auction House, cultivators descended from their spiritual lights at the doorway.
The gilded plaque hanging on the vermilion door gleamed under the morning sun, and the stone lions guarding either side held luminous beads in their mouths, casting flickering reflections of the passing cultivators.
Today's auction house was ten times more lively than usual. Just the queue of cultivators waiting to enter stretched from the street corner to the alley's end, including several late-stage Foundation Establishment or even Foundation Establishment Perfection cultivators, each with irrepressible anticipation on their faces.
Inside the auction house, it was even more crowded with noise.
The main hall on the first floor had over a thousand seats, all occupied, with the murmurs of cultivators blending into a hum. Occasionally, spiritual power fluctuations spread from the crowd.
