Mo Wangchen was slightly taken aback by Qin Yue's words, "Then I'll call you Miss Qin Yue. It's pitch-black in this room, and I don't know your age. Plus, you're wearing a veil—what else should I call you..."
After speaking, Mo Wangchen looked up and found a chill seeping through his entire body. Beneath Qin Yue's veil-covered face, it seemed to have turned much colder.
Mo Wangchen quickly realized that he might have misspoken. Asking a girl about her age was a big taboo!
He gave an awkward smile, then hurriedly stood up, "Miss Qin Yue, please wait here for a moment. I'll go get some herbs from Elder Ling and make the Youth Pill for you."
Hearing about the Youth Pill, the chill around Qin Yue finally started to dissipate. Mo Wangchen smiled bitterly inwardly, ignored it, and turned to leave the room.
Now, with the end of the auction, many people had already begun to leave the hall.
