"You're not participating in this transaction anymore?"
It was Black Soul who spoke, voicing the confusion that Roger also harbored.
Abraham spread his hands, "I've already found the method to enter the next stage, and have invested a lot into it, so I will not be participating this time."
Abraham's words drew sidelong glances from the crowd.
"Please continue, everyone. The treasures you hold are indeed eye-opening."
He leaned back to signal the person sitting beside him to proceed.
However, due to Abraham's withdrawal, the atmosphere of the entire meeting seemed to undergo a strange change, with everyone becoming somewhat distracted.
Not until Black Soul brought out his treasure.
An transparent glass case, inside of which there seemed to be a wisp of substance as thin as a layer of black gauze.
"What is that? Some kind of special soul?"
Someone asked.
Black Soul shook his head.
"Soul? This thing is far more precious than the so-called soul."
