Every blade of grass, every tree, every flower, and every stone was extraordinary. No one had ever heard of anyone bringing out a piece of trash from Cang Qiong mountain. Moreover, villa Lord Yi had also said that he had obtained this item by chance, after going through many difficulties and dangers, and by luck. How could he be a waste?
Although the auction hadn't started yet, Villa head Yi's words had already covered this treasure with a mysterious veil. Everyone was waiting with their heads raised. Zhihan's eyes lit up, and her expression was obviously a little excited. Her two hands clasped together tightly.
Very quickly, a middle-aged man walked up to the stands, carrying a box covered in red brocade. His expression was solemn and cold, and he exuded a cold and stern aura.
Emperor level! Ling Chuxi was secretly speechless. The man's aura had even surpassed the two old men from the six paths. Even she could not tell if he was a monarch level expert.
