The Phoenix Auction Hall continued to buzz with excitement, though most of the buzz came from disbelief rather than anticipation.
With Zhang Wei and his entourage now firmly holding the crowd's attention, even Jiang Yueqing's usual flair seemed slightly overshadowed.
Still, bring the professional, even after getting ignored by Bother Zhang — she continued with a pout, introducing the next 'priceless' treasure.
"Honored guests," Jiang Yueqing began, her smile never diminishing, "the next item is truly one-of-a-kind—a relic from an ancient battlefield, passed down through generations of elite warriors."
A collective breath was held as the curtains were pulled back to reveal… an old, rusted sword.
It sat awkwardly on a velvet cushion, its surface pitted and corroded as if it had been left outside during monsoon season.
