The small cabin creaked open.
A stooped old man in grey clothes looked this way, an Inner Qi Martial Artist, no different from the common elder one might see anywhere, the sort that could be discarded at any time.
His gaze was wooden as he clasped his hands together in greeting, "Does the guest have a token for the underground auction?"
"Here."
Jiang Ding's eyelids twitched as he tossed over a dark green token,
feeling somewhat annoyed in his heart.
The Lingbao Commerce Association only notified him of the Spirit Treasure Auction, but never mentioned anything about an underground auction.
Were they trying to evade taxes?
"Guest from room 27, please."
The grey-clothed old man revealed a respectful expression and opened a tunnel in the ground, jumping in to lead the way.
Jiang Ding, following the habits from the memory of Peach Blossom Gentleman, took out a black cloak that could isolate Divine Sense detection and draped it over his head, closely following behind.
