Time slowly passed, and the eight hundred seats in the hall were now filled with cultivators.
Several Market City Supervisors temporarily closed the entrance to the auction, and the noisy auction hall finally became much quieter.
All cultivators were eagerly looking towards the auction stage, waiting for the auction to officially begin.
Suddenly, a cultivator appeared in the passage; it was Chen Chong, who had presided over the last Market City auction.
He walked through the passage, greeting some familiar cultivators, and then ascended to the stage.
Surveying the audience, the scale of this auction, the number of participants, and the treasures were unprecedented in a century. Hosting such an auction assuredly promised substantial rewards. Even Chen Chong, who had hosted many auctions, felt a surge of excitement.
With a smile on his face and a cupped fist salute, Chen Chong waited for the cultivators below to quiet down before he spoke: