A few minutes later, the cultivators and the super-rich in the rest area entered the auction hall one after another. Ye Long walked directly to the seat next to Ye Fan, smiled at Ye Fan and Chu Ji, and then sat down.
Under the lighting, the anger on his face had already disappeared without a trace, as if nothing had happened.
"A barking dog never bites. Compared to Ku Rong, the top disciple of the Ghost Sect, this Ye Long is much more dangerous," Ye Fan thought to himself, observing Ye Long's composed demeanor.
"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for attending the annual auction of the Huaxia Martial Arts World."
Shortly afterward, once everyone who was attending the auction had taken their seats, a tall woman dressed in a cheongsam, holding a microphone, gracefully walked out from the right side of the stage. She wore a professional, radiant smile, and her voice was crisp and pleasant, "I am Xu Qian, your host for this auction."
"Clap clap..."
