“What an unpleasant tone you have, Sir. Everyone who comes to this auction is a guest. As long as you’re here to buy or  sell, we’ll naturally welcome you. However, you must obey the rules set by the four families. Either you have Nascent Soul Realm cultivation or bring out 30,000 spirit stones. This is a rule everyone in Qing Cang City knows. Otherwise, no matter which family or sect you’re from, don't even think about entering the auction.”

As the voice echoed, a somewhat old figure slowly walked over.

This person was wearing a gorgeous, purple robe with symbols embroidered in golden silk on the cuffs. The symbols were exactly the same as the ones the guards had. The old man had a head of mostly white hair with a few strands of black mixed in the middle. However, his face didn't look old—it was smooth and filled with color.

The old man had an eagle hook nose and his expression was not very pleasant. He looked at Zhao Jiuge with a mocking gaze and gave off a gloomy aura. He was at the mid stage of the Nascent...