In Room 11 on the third floor.
Jin Yifei's expression moved slightly, as if he had sensed something. He reached into his robe and took out a Jade Talisman.
Then, his Divine Sense infiltrated it, and his eyes revealed a hint of understanding.
"The kid who bought the Thousand-Year Spiritual Liquid has already left the auction venue."
Jin Yifei spoke coldly, his voice carrying an undeniable authority.
He turned to the silver-haired elder beside him and instructed, "Follow him. You must kill him and bring the Thousand-Year Spiritual Liquid back to me."
The auction was still going on, and the item Jin Yifei desired had not yet been presented.
Otherwise, given his temper, facing Xu Ping, a mere Foundation Establishment Cultivator who dared to publicly oppose him in the auction, he would have personally acted long ago, extracting the soul and refining the marrow to vent his anger.
"Yes!"
