Prince of Liyang? Get Lost...
Editor: Henyee Translations
Situ Changfeng heaved a sigh of relief after obtaining Ye Qiu's agreement.
It was too scary. If he didn't set the starting price well, who knew if he would slap him? That was a slap from a Paragon. If it landed on his body, feces would splash out.
Damn it, this business was terrifying. I've never done anything so exciting in my life. I'm all wet from sweating.
"Alright! Perfected One, if there's nothing else, I'll go down and make the arrangements. The auction will begin soon."
Ye Qiu waved his hand and sat back in his chair, indicating for him to leave.
Lin Qingzhu and Zhao Wan'er sat obediently beside him. After Situ Changfeng left, they were also filled with anticipation. They wondered what kind of high price those treasures could fetch.
During the long wait, more and more people entered the auction house.
At this moment, Ye Qiu heard a commotion outside the door.