Grandma's Advice Might Need Some Updating For This World

An hour passed before Chen Yang finally snapped out of his prayer .

He glanced back at the stage, where a coveted fifth-tier saber was on display, sending a ripple of excitement through the crowd.

However, Reality bit though. Empty pockets jingled a sobering reminder. Deciding to cut his losses, Chen Yang recalled the discreet exit the maid had shown him earlier.

He made a swift escape while the auction continued, slipping out unnoticed.

Once outside the opulent building, he removed the Mahakal mask and tucked it safely into his spatial bangle.

Glancing around, he spotted a hidden passageway and ventured down it.

The passage opened into a modest, unassuming hall. At the back, amidst a flurry of maids, sat Old Man Shen. A smile spread across his face as he noticed Chen Yang approaching.

"Greetings, Master Shen," Chen Yang said with a slight bow. "I'm here to collect the item I won at the auction."