"Why is he standing in the center? Don't tell me he's hosting this auction."
"No way. I think..."
A clamor immediately erupted in the hall as numerous Cultivators lowered their voices to whisper amongst themselves.
Just witnessing a Nascent Soul True Monarch with their own eyes was enough to send a thrill through the crowd.
"I will be responsible for maintaining order during this auction."
Di Lang True Monarch spoke slowly, "I hope everyone will do me the courtesy of ensuring nothing... unpleasant occurs."
His voice sounded gentle, even somewhat meek.
He sounded like the kind of timid person who wouldn't dare fight back even if bullied.
Yet not a single Cultivator present dared to underestimate him, even though he wore no Flying Sword at his hip.
"Begin!"
With Di Lang True Monarch's command, a single drop of water fell to the spot where he stood, and he vanished without a trace.
