“Long Chen… are you alright?!”

Being suddenly hugged by Long Chen, Ye Zhiqiu cried out in alarm. Long Chen’s eyes were even slightly red, frightening her.

Long Chen hastily looked around. Hesitating, he decided to quickly pull Ye Zhiqiu to the auction room.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at Long Chen oddly, not knowing what had happened to him. The two of them walked in and saw that the middle-aged man had been waiting for them.

“Here are your underworld spirit beads…”

“May I ask if you can help me purchase Peak Dao Transformation Dragon Saliva with these underworld spirit beads?” asked Long Chen, not accepting them.

“I can, but exchanging so much isn’t something I have the authority for. I’ll need to get permission from higher-ups,” said the middle-aged man hesitatingly.

Long Chen nodded. “That’s fine. Please go request permission. I’ll leave these underworld spirit beads with you for now. If it’s convenient, can you arrange a private room for me?”

Seeing Long Chen pull Ye Zhiqiu away quickly like a wild monkey, the middle-aged man and the other disciples of the Dongfang...