Back at the white auction…
After leaving the golden crow sect, it took Devon only a few minutes, and he made his way to the auction.
"D-Devon… You!" The instant Devon walked in, the panicked voice of Zaylee sounded. The next thing she did was to seize his body up and seeing there wasn't any injury on his body, Zaylee sighed deeply.
Zaylee didn't need to ask how the situation went, as just his body soaked in this much blood already explained how it went for him.
When Devon stormed out of the white auction, she knew that the southern territory was about to be bathed in blood because that rage she felt was something that she had never seen before.
And while she found his anger justified, she wanted to follow him because of a reason that she had been wanting to avoid all this time.
