Lu Yao completely ignored the sea of malicious gazes around him, confidently walked out of the auction venue, and left Qin Yingying hanging.
Qin Yingying was stunned for a few seconds, then with an ugly expression on her face, followed him. She would rather die than stay in the Grand Prince's palace.
As soon as she stepped out, Qin Yingying immediately felt an overwhelming number of ill-intentioned stares from every corner of heaven and earth.
She stared at Lu Yao's back, unable to comprehend why someone could be so foolish. Just a Nascent Soul cultivator, yet daring enough to flaunt wealth in a busy market—wasn't that seeking death?
Just then, a line of people blocked the way ahead, led by an old crone leaning on a cane.
The systems were different. In the Xuanhuang Realm, cultivators couldn't maintain a youthful appearance for long, so many powerful individuals were old men and women.
At this moment, the old crone spoke in a somber voice,