“Welcome, esteemed guests, to the Shēnyuān Auction House. My name is Zhou De, and I am responsible for all matters pertaining to today’s auction,” the portly man said with grand, sweeping gestures. He had a thing for theatrics.
“Oh? Now this is interesting,” Huǒ Shuchang muttered.
“What is?” asked Wu Jian.
“That man is at the Deva Realm.”
Wu Jian furrowed his brow and looked at the portly man again. He had short brown hair, an equally short beard, and wore an ostentatious hanfu over his corpulent frame. Nothing about him seemed to scream powerful to Wu Jian.