Atop the auction hall building.
The disheveled old man was still above.
He seemed like a ghost, constantly following behind Xu Hao, impossible to dispel, yet Xu Hao was unable to detect his presence.
When the box was brought out, his mind suddenly stirred; with a flick of his finger, he poked a hole in the roof.
Xu Hao didn't notice at all. In the entire hall, only Elder Xie slightly stirred, but after scanning his surroundings, he saw nothing unusual.
The disheveled old man peered through the small hole. His expression suddenly turned very serious, as if he had discovered something extraordinary.