The people of the Silver Moon Sect reclaimed that vital "moon".
Leonard Churchill wasn't too surprised.
That previous use of forbidden magic combined with spirit communication truly was a stroke of genius.
It would be really strange if all that commotion resulted in them not being able to reclaim anything.
"Is it really over?"
Leonard Churchill's frowned brows did not relax, and he felt as if something was missing.
It seemed that the auction had come to an end.
The Old Days Believers left, and the massive bone dragon and the zombie giant dissipated into a black mist, disappearing into the air.
Regardless of whether the fleeing Silver Moon Disciples would be caught, once the people retreated, the robbery had officially concluded.
...
Leonard Churchill watched the gradually quieting auction hall from afar, feeling a small amount of disappointment with nowhere to go.
What a pity.
He had thought he might be able to gain some advantage.
Because he did not participate,
