Wan Zhanggui's face was deathly pale, and his body, like the leaves in the cold wind, kept trembling uncontrollably, despite his attempts to stop.
"Young Master, thank you for sparing my life, the gold... the gold will be prepared immediately," he said.
His voice also trembled, as if his body were submerged in an ice cellar.
The sudden change in Wan Zhanggui's attitude left several clerks in the auction house completely baffled.
However, a few martial artists with considerable cultivation levels understood what had happened.
Even though Ling Xiao's burst of aura was fleeting and hard to capture, average warriors at the sixth level of Martial Meridian could still sense it.
"A 7th level Martial Master! How old is he!"
One of the martial artists at the sixth layer nearly collapsed there, murmuring in shock.
He had encountered Martial Masters before.
