And Her Name is Huo Yulie, Part IV

Wu Jian was snapped from his reverie when something tugged at his consciousness, making him look back at the stage. A pair of beautiful young women in skimpy hanfu pushed a cart on the stage. The cart had an object sitting on it, and the object was covered by a cloth. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the cloth, wishing he could somehow see through it.

What is this feeling?

“Now for the next item we’re auctioning. If you’d please.”

The sheet was removed, and Wu Jian found himself drawn to the item. It looked like a mat? Was that a mat? It was some kind of thick fabric that had been rolled up and sealed inside of a large glass container. Seals had been placed all over the fabric, and yet, even through all that, Wu Jian could feel something drawing him toward it.