The auction officially began, and the auctioneer, clad in a professional suit, took to the stage with a smile to present the first item of the day—the Heart of the Ocean!
As the auctioneer vivaciously recounted the legend of the necklace, An Yiqing sat on the sofa, somewhat bored. She was only interested in jade stone antiques and medical texts; these shiny, glittering items didn't appeal to her.
"I've found out who was following us that day," Duan Tang whispered into An Yiqing's ear, somewhat closer now, his heady scent of fresh medicinal herbs intoxicating her.
"Who is it?"
"People from the Canglang Sect. Our two families have always been mortal enemies, but I didn't expect them to dare make a move at this time," Duan Tang always felt there was something strange about the matter.
"Did you find out whose orders they were acting on?"
"I couldn't find out. That's what is so strange about this. It's as if someone has deliberately covered their tracks, severing all clues."
