"Then before leaving, please make sure to collect your items and complete your payments. I hope the UFC Auction Hall has not disappointed you, see you all next time!"
The auctioneer said brightly, her voice carrying the practiced grace of someone who had just made a fortune. She descended from the stage, leaving a trail of envy and admiration behind.
The crowd below slowly dispersed, many heading toward the collection counters while still buzzing about the final bid. Conversations ranged from awe to disbelief, most revolving around the mysterious guest in VIP Room Seven.
A few moments later, a polite knock sounded on the trio's door.
"Esteemed guests, may I come in? I've brought your items," came a familiar, melodic voice.
Ming Tianmei did something with the talisman in her hand, then door slid open, and Manager Huan stepped inside with her usual poise, a polite smile gracing her lips.
Behind her, a disciple carefully carried a lacquered tray holding their purchases.
