Planting Spiritual Roots

Even though Yunzhou City might have declined, the Xuantian Sect, as one of the Four Great Sects, was still a formidable presence. Thus, even the items auctioned by the Yunzhou City's Wanbao Pavilion were impressive.

However, this had nothing to do with Yan Shu because she simply couldn't afford them!

The curtains of the elegant room separated the sight but not the noise from the outside. Sitting in the room, Yan Shu watched the images and auction items displayed on the crystal mirror while listening to the commotion outside. She sipped her wine, quite intrigued by it all.

As each item was auctioned off, gradually, this monthly auction reached its climax. The steward of the Wanbao Pavilion carried a delicate brocade box onto the stage.

Instead of placing the item on the appraisal platform as usual, he held the valuable-looking box and cleared his throat. "Ladies and gentlemen! The next item is extraordinary. To be honest, even I am seeing it for the first time!"