Chu Yi felt uneasy under scrutiny. As everyone's gaze converged on him once again, he began to feel somewhat panicked.
"The next few auction items seem to be of no use to those present here," he said.
"Why?"
Someone raised such a question.
"Because you all have no need for them!"
"Having plenty is never a concern, Pavilion Master; you understand this principle too—when it comes to Sacred Magical Treasures, one can never have too many!"
"Hahaha, Old Zhang, you're really greedy!"
"Rufeng, you're not exactly a paragon of frugality either…"
The crowd was laughing and joking, but Guan Xiu's gaze had not shifted from Chu Yi at all.
"After much thought, I've decided to add a few items to the auction," he declared.
"Oh? Pavilion Master, if you have something good, just bring it out. We can hardly wait!"
"Right, dangling these carrots in front of us is making us anxious!"
Chu Yi swallowed hard. Could it be these were aimed at him?
