Argon continued his exploration of the exchange floor, engaging in conversations with cultivators and vendors alike. He observed their reactions to the fixed prices, noting the mixture of acceptance, frustration, and curiosity that played across their faces.
Argon reveled in the chaos and confusion his actions had sparked. This dynamic environment was the perfect cover for his true intentions—to lure unsuspecting cultivators to the auction house and make them buy the overpriced products. Well, he was the only one knows it's overpriced.
With the exchange floor sufficiently primed, Argon decided it was time to proceed to the auction house. The auction house, open only once a week, was a place of mystery and allure. He knew that behind those closed doors, his staff awaited him, ready to assist in his grand scheme.
