The members of the white auction were glad about how the situation turned out for them. Though they had no idea why the golden crow sect would react that way, the fact that they were terrified of Devon was all that mattered.
"Where is Zaylee?" A minute after the two grand elders from the golden crow sect left the auction, Devon's voice could be heard.
With his hands placed behind his back, Devon scanned the whole white auction and a deep frown couldn't help but appear on his face, "S-She said she had something to take care of."
"Hmmm!" When Devon heard Anna's words, the frown on his face deepened. Devon turned around, he was about to leave the floor when a paper suddenly had his attention.
