The Real Purpose

The young girl sitting by the window appeared to be around 28 years old. 

She wore a silver crown and sat quietly, exuding an air of indifference. 

Despite her calm demeanor, her delicate frame radiated heavenly might—the power of the heavenly path. 

She was a remnant of the former heaven realm.

After a long time, they had likely recovered. 

Back when the heaven realm collapsed, the heavenly men weren't completely wiped out. 

Now, they were part of the bidding, unfazed by the sky-high prices.

In contrast, the golden flood dragon, Indiana Ibbot, and others looked grim. 

Why were more and more bidders showing up mid-way, and with such confidence? 

At first, they were convinced that the contestant in room 702 was just a nobody. 

But now, it seemed these people might be agents of the humans after all.

No time was given to think it over.

"200,000!" came the next bid from room 702.