Xu Yangyi smiled and nodded. He wasn’t familiar with this business. It would be best to hand it over to someone who was familiar with the run of things. He himself was the sole successor of the Dao of Pills. Could it be that he needed to personally oversee everything?

If the Tullius Family’s management was poor, and his reputation was ruined, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that the stench of this failure would last for a century. At worst, it was fine if he switched agents.

Regardless, he wasn’t the slightest bit doubtful about the auction’s success.

The next day quickly came to pass. After Xu Yangyi got up, he headed to Sotheby’s early. In the mortal world, Sotheby’s was a famous auction house, the oldest to date. He hadn’t expected that their tentacles had actually extended into the cultivation world.

Today, Sotheby’s was dead-silent, not a sound heard. All business had been stopped. At the door, four men in black were already calmly standing at the entrance.

The invisible Xu Yangyi faintly swept an eye over them. On the left there were two vampires, and on the right there were two lycans. It appeared these two houses wouldn’t modestly step aside whatsoever due to his...