“Respecting, Young Master!”
The people in the Golden Lion Protection Sect’s VIP room cupped their fists and bowed to greet the young man whose hands were covering Pyon-Go’s mouth. The young man was actually the sect’s Young Master. He was the genius of the sect and the oldest son of the sect’s leader…
Rustle!
“Respecting, Young Master! We thought that you wouldn’t come here today.” Pyon-Go rushed to turn and bow to his Young Master while expressing surprise at seeing him at the auction house…