The underground auction was eerily empty.
Apart from the cultivators from Hua Xue Palace and those of the Lingbao Commerce Association, only the man in the black robe—who had just spoken—stood at his spot, slightly embarrassed and annoyed, surrounded by silence.
"A bunch of cowards!"
"Even if Golden Pill Monks are strong, what can they do against more than forty joining forces? Such opulent wealth right before their eyes, yet they don't seize it. No wonder they shrink back and flee here, their path in the Dao stagnating."
He spoke with a mix of scorn and mockery.
No one around him responded.
The middle-stage Golden Pill cultivator from Lingbao Commerce Association waved his hand, and the surrounding cultivators respectfully retreated. In the blink of an eye, only the two of them remained.
"Fellow Daoist, as per tradition, the location of the underground auction is only used once. I shall take my leave now."