Under a moonlight-sprinkled night sky,
Nine Leaf Mountain was shrouded in a fog thicker than the mist of the morning.
It was only after Su Ping held the wooden tablet and stepped into the fog that he felt the mist suddenly churn around him.
Then, a cloud of mist formed a floating platform under his feet, carrying Su Ping directly to the mountaintop.
This was different from the workshop halfway up the mountain.
At the top, there was only a simple, ancient-looking courtyard house.
As Su Ping landed at the entrance, an old acquaintance, the elderly cultivator who presided over the Yunbao Tower, came to greet him.
The elderly cultivator recognized Su Ping but did not disclose it; instead, while passing over the wooden tablet, he whispered:
"Taoist Friend, please come inside. Take a look at the Yun Family's catalogue of goods first, the Yun Family's auction will begin shortly."
"Afterward, the Yun Family will vouch for everyone and provide quiet rooms for exchange."
