Just as he approached the entrance, the Star Plate vibrated once again.
Could it be sensing the presence of the Dragon Blood Stone? Han Yan knew that the Star Illusion Thousand Machine would not easily get excited—it must have discovered something, which made his heart beat wildly.
While others were surveying the auction house, Han Yan quickly and discretely took a glimpse at the Star Plate and could not help but laugh and cry.
"The handwriting is really ugly, even uglier than mine," a sentence flashed across the Star Plate.
No wonder it was so excited—it had found its psychological balance.
Han Yan had been briefly elated for nothing; he had thought too highly of the simplicity of the Star Illusion Thousand Machine. This device indeed had a personal touch, even knowing how to compare.
"How do you like it? The name I chose for this auction house isn't bad, right?" Mu Nan was evidently very satisfied with the name he had chosen for the auction house and narcissistically asked.
