Bai Yunfei aimed a punch onto Jing Mingfeng’s shoulder to laugh at him, “You’ve some first-rate acting, you know that? If not for the auction house, I really would’ve thought you were somebody else.”

“Of course,” Jing Mingfeng snorted, “take a good look at who I am. Master of disguise! How could I possibly be discovered so easily?”

He held his hand out. “So where’s my soul armament, ol’Bai? Hurry up and give it to me.”

“Hey, you’re a really blunt one.”

“Hehe, of course! I’ve been waiting for this soul armament for so many years now! Let me tell you, I was about ready to leap out my window when I saw that commotion of yours the other day! I really did want to go then, but you had so many people coming your way. Soul Kings one after another! So I stayed in my room.

“But enough about that, hurry up and let me see how powerful my soul armament is.”

Deciding...