Tang Wulin’s eyes were instantly drawn to the last category: battle armors. His interest was piqued. He had never seen one before.
Wu Zhangkong diverted Tang Wulin’s attention to the miscellaneous treasures category with a pointed finger. Following his finger, his gaze landed on the three intermediate entry cards listed, starting at 5,000,000 federal coins each.
At least it was better than having no entry cards; furthermore, he had already contributed 3,000,000 coins of his own. Still, Tang Wulin’s heart ached; that money was saved to buy the spirit items needed to break the next seal!
Hearing Wu Zhangkong’s explanation of his naturally advancing spirit soul the other day, Tang Wulin inwardly knew that his situation wasn’t natural at all. After all, his powerful physique was a consequence of absorbing the sealed Golden Dragon King’s soul.
Ah! That’s right! Wouldn’t a big auction like this have the four spirit items I need for the next seal?
