Meridian Gate has not been opened.
But the aura of the Mountain Suppressing Realm has emerged.
Originally able to maintain composure sitting nearby, or within ten meters of Zui Sheng, those in the Divine Profound Realm were now unable to stay seated.
They stood up and slipped away, paying no attention to the side corridors, nor bothering to maintain their previous demeanor of the Divine Profound Realm.
When the Mountain is angered, it's best to go far away!
Wen Ping, however, seemed oblivious.
"Quit the Dragon God Sect, and you can buy it."
After speaking, Wen Ping waved his hand at Mu Tian, signaling him to drop the hammer. Naturally, Mu Tian followed Wen Ping's lead, squeezing out a smile, and picked up the wooden hammer that had been on the auction table for a while with his right hand.
Seeing this, Zui Sheng raised his eyebrows coldly and spoke irritably, "Do you really think you're the Three-Spin Vortex Divine Artisan?"
He had already made up his mind.
