"The starting bid, one Elemental Coin!" declared the Golden Lion Auctioneer in a deep voice.
One Elemental Coin was merely a symbolic price; the most important aspect wasn't the price, but the significance that this auction item represented. To choose to bid was to bear the honor of both the Lion and Tiger Clans. One must risk their life in ten years' time. Moreover, not everyone was qualified to take this sword; trials were inevitable.
Silence, the feedback from the three surrounding mountains was silence. No light from any bidding plaques lit up. This implied that no being had chosen this auction item.
With hair like golden threads atop his head moving without a breeze, the Golden Lion Auctioneer couldn't help but roar, "Is it that neither of our clans has even one brave warrior left? Not even the courage to take up this God-killing Sword?"
