The Grand Supreme Amphitheater remained in a state of dazed shock as medical attendants carried Elder Ye away on a stretcher.
Ten thousand spectators in the velvet seats whispered among themselves, casting nervous glances toward the eight-foot granite pillar in the rear corner.
Sitting behind that pillar, Lin Mo peacefully refilled his cup with warm milk-tea.
Chu Lingxiao and Mu Qing stood beside the two towering twenty-billion-stone ancient jade tablets, their teacups resting comfortably on the sacred sword runes. Faint ribbons of frost and phoenix fire continued to curl into the air, keeping their tea hot and their domains razor-sharp.
The auction proceeded through the intermediate lots.
Lot Number Eight, a fossilized thunder-falcon egg, sold for nine hundred million stones to a northern clan. Lot Number Twelve, a spatial ring filled with rare cobalt-iron ingots, went for one point two billion.
Throughout the bidding, every eye in the amphitheater kept darting back to the rear pillar. Cultivators wondered when the mysterious tycoon behind the granite post would strike again.
On the elevated auction platform, Pavilion Master Jin took three deep breaths, adjusting his gold brocade collar.
