Time always seemed to crawl when one had high expectations—but if you knew you'd only be a bystander, it flew by in a blink. Two days passed just like that.0

Early in the morning, Luo Chen braved the snow and set out, wrapped tightly in his snow-white fur coat. When he arrived at the Jade Cauldron Sword Pavilion, the others were already gathered.0

At a glance, they were all familiar faces—Mi Shuhua, Mi Junping, Sikong Shoujia, Luo Wudi, and Wang Yuan. Including Luo Chen, they were almost entirely late stage Qi-Refining Realm cultivators.0

Seeing him, Luo Wudi let out a chuckle. "What a fine appearance you have! You really don't fit in with the rest of us." Luo Chen smiled and clasped his hands in greeting. Dressed in a flawless demonic fox fur coat, Cloud-Stepping Boots on his feet, a jade hairpin in his hair, and the folding fan Qin Liangchen had gifted him resting lightly in his hand, he did look out of place. Anyone who saw Luo Chen would easily think he was from a noble family or an esteemed sect.0

Luo Chen cupped his hands and curiously asked, "What are you all doing?"0

Sikong Shoujia pointed toward the Sword Pavilion's registration area. "Listing auction...0