"Elder Qi, since Jiang Chen is here, what are you worried about? Your lost arm and Space Ring are about to be returned!"
The elderly man in white gently reassured, but a trace of mockery flickered in his eyes.
Qi Shan fixed a cold, penetrating gaze on the divine weapon in Pang Guang's hand, seemingly oblivious to the words of the elderly man in white.
The elderly man in white curled his lip, smirked sarcastically, and chose not to provoke the old man on the verge of explosion any further.
Ka!
After a moment, the private room door opened, and Chen Rui entered from outside. His expression was somewhat grim as he approached the elderly man in green: "Elder Qiu, the people from the Canghai Trade Alliance refused to make the introduction, saying the item has been handed over to the auction house, and they won't meet anyone!"
"Won't meet anyone? Are we anyone?"
