He would not let those five Nirvana Pills slip past his fingers today.
Seeing that no one else spoke up, Ethan calmly added, "Four hundred and sixty."
The auction house stirred in an instant.
Countless gazes shifted toward the box Ethan occupied.
Inside another box, Noel Ashenvale stiffened, then turned to look at North Ashenvale.
Both of them recognized that voice.
It belonged to the mortal enemy of their Ashenvale family—the man they wished dead day and night.
Ethan.
Noel and North Ashenvale both shifted their eyes toward the middle-aged man sitting quietly between them.
This was Karl Ashenvale, First Elder of the Ashenvale family, a half-step Supreme cultivator.
An invincible existence beneath the true Supreme Realm.
He had come three days ago for one reason: to kill Ethan.
"Why are you staring at me?" Karl asked lazily, opening his eyes.
"Brother, that voice belongs to Ethan," Noel replied, jaw tight.
