Although she never said it, she actually felt that the hand was somewhat sinister.
Auction Sister, more than once, vaguely heard the hand speaking to her.
It's just that she never heard it clearly.
But, if she hands it over, wouldn't she lose face, and have no way to explain it to the higher-ups...
If it's just her illusion, what if this little monk is a fraud?
"Please, Master, first prove your identity as a member of the East Sea Buddhist Sect," Auction Sister said with a bow.
"The young monk has a token, which your auction house can easily verify."
Saying so, the young monk kicked the Grand Monk beside him.
That Grand Monk, resembling a Black Tower, was like a hairless Black Bear Spirit, having been asleep since the auction started, in a state of oblivion.
However, because he didn't snore, no one paid him much attention.
