Auction begin

With Su Ling and Su Xinghe gone, Chen Yang wasn't about to linger any longer. He set off for the auction venue.

...

Chen Yang presented his token. A young maid, her face adorned with a polite smile, received it and verified its authenticity. With a slight bow, she gestured for him to follow.

He entered the grand hall, a sense of anticipation building within him. As he stepped through the threshold, however, a subtle shift in the air alerted him. His divine sense, usually a reliable tool for gathering information, felt strangely muted.

"Well," he thought with a touch of disappointment, "it seems plan for testing the effects of Mahakal mask  would have to wait."

A soft voice broke through his musings.  "Esteemed guest," the maid explained, her voice barely above a whisper, "to ensure the privacy of our esteemed clientele, an arcane formation has been activated within the hall, temporarily suppressing divine sense."