On the day of the auction, the center of Nanhang City was packed with people.
At the imposing entrance of the Spirit Treasure Pavilion, there was a constant stream of traffic, and Cultivators of varying strengths, dressed in all sorts of attire, surged inside like they were attending a market fair.
There were scions of aristocratic families in brocade robes surrounded by attendants, Sect Disciples with fierce auras and sharp gazes, and Loose Cultivator Guest Elders like Fang Hao who were dressed plainly and traveled alone.
Fang Hao changed into an inconspicuous grey cloth robe, restrained his cultivation aura to around the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage, mingled with the crowd, paid a hefty deposit, received a number plate for a regular seat, and walked into the auction hall.
Good heavens, the interior was shockingly spacious, with two levels that could accommodate over a thousand people.
