"Uncle Tong, why are you back?" Song Changsheng looked at Song Lutong in surprise. 'Who's gone and provoked him now?'
"Changsheng, give your old uncle a straight answer. What in the world were you thinking? Three Spiritual Artifacts, given away with just a few words?" Song Lutong boomed, his voice thick with anger.
Song Changsheng raised an eyebrow, feigning confusion. "It's an auction, isn't it? How is that 'giving them away'?"
"How is it not giving them away? How many Spiritual Artifacts does the clan even have in total? The Clan Leader only has two, and I only have one! It's easy to let them go, but getting them back is another story." Song Lutong's tone was filled with resentment.
Hearing this, Song Changsheng finally started to understand. 'Ah, so that's what this is about.'
