The simple eight characters caused the Peacock Great Demon King's body to tremble slightly, and many in the audience of Peacock Demon Clan members also looked at this young master with human bloodline with a touch of astonishment in their eyes.
"Go back," Peacock Great Demon King suddenly stood up, and in the next instant, a silver-blue light flashed, and he had vanished into thin air.
Pretty Girl also stood up, as if the earth-shattering eight words had not been spoken by her. She walked slowly towards the exit.
Wang Yan was utterly bewildered; he had not grasped the meaning of those eight words, his gaze somewhat vacant. He must go back and ask his mother, for in such a public setting, according to the rules of the Peacock Demon Clan, women should not be present.
Meanwhile, the auction outside had reached a fever pitch.
There were three parties bidding, each from a separate private room.
