Time passed, and before they knew it, it was the auction day.
On this day, three men – a plump middle-aged man, an ordinary-looking young man, and a handsome man – left a small courtyard in Dragon City.
Without delay, the three walked towards the city centre and soon arrived at the entrance of the Myriad Treasures Pavillion auction hall.
At this time, more than sixty people were already waiting outside the hall.
Most importantly, three familiar people were guarding the entrance.
[How can the young master of Myriad Treasures Pavillion be guarding the entrance?] Shen Xu transmitted in a confused voice.
[They are looking for us.] Zhen Yuan said, his lips twitching in amusement.
[Brother Yuan, what do you know? Come to think of it, what happened to the gift you previously prepared?]