Yin Tian and Murong Liuli, holding hands, walked away from the place under the awe-struck gazes of the crowd.
The two of them went straight back to the hotel.
After a tiring day outside, Murong Liuli was already extremely sleepy. She had just returned to the hotel when she threw herself onto the bed. In a matter of minutes, regular breathing sounds could be heard.
Seeing the young girl fall asleep so quickly, Yin Tian smiled gently.
He tiptoed over, pulling the blanket over Murong Liuli, careful not to wake the girl who had just dozed off.
Afterward, he walked over to a sofa nearby and sat down on it.
Yin Tian reached into his chest and pulled out the ancient book that he had spent over four hundred billion to buy at the auction, and began to read it intently.
It was clear that those first-class families from Central City valued this book highly.
