The price for the third round of the auction was ultimately set at the price Shen Jibai offered.
But the small hammer in the auctioneer's hand never had the chance to strike.
In the crowd, an unexpected change occurred.
A tall, slender middle-aged man appeared on the Wenzhen Platform without any warning.
"I didn't expect it to actually be you." He stood beside the coffin, like a mourner.
He ignored the shocked and astonished audience below.
His shoulders slightly drooped, head bowed low. The middle-aged man wore no mask, his handsome features clear and well-defined, thick black brows like two sharp swords slanting across his temples, exuding an aura of charisma, lightly tinged with unruly intent.
The man's expression was complex, slowly stretching out a palm to reach into the coffin, seemingly wanting to uncover the face of the person inside.
But as his gaze touched the slightly shriveled face and skin of the Ancient Corpse, his hand trembled and stiffly stopped.
