Chen Yiming and Wan Ya entered the main hall again.
At this moment, all the martial artists who had been invited to the auction in East Lake City had already arrived. Each of them had brought a few young juniors with them.
The auction was not only an opportunity to compete for treasures, but also an opportunity to make friends and introduce the younger generation to each other.
The head of the Flowing Cloud Sword School, An Yuhong, stood close to Wan Rong, followed by a young woman.
The young woman had an innocent face and fair skin. Just by standing there, she attracted a lot of attention.
"Master Wan, I'm really envious of your ability to teach your disciples. This time, one of your young disciples became a warrior without any of us knowing," An Yuhong said with a smile.
"As a master, I can only provide some guidance. The main thing is the disciple's efforts," Wan Rong said humbly.
