The Auction.
Xiao Tian quickly returned to his seat.
Beside him, the Old Ancestor was resting with his eyes closed.
"Old Ancestor!" Xiao Tian called out softly.
"What did you find out?" the Old Ancestor asked.
Xiao Tian glanced around, making sure no one nearby was paying attention to them, before lowering his voice to speak.
"He… should be a Second Grade Alchemist! And this time, the item he put up for auction is Gathering Spirit Liquid…"
The Old Ancestor's eyes slowly widened.
A Second Grade Alchemist!
Since when did such a prominent figure appear in Celestial Dragon City!
...
"Awesome!"
Inside the private box, Chen Han couldn't help but exclaim.
Those were three Alchemy Masters… and they had been so respectful to him. The thought of those once high and mighty figures treating him with such deference filled him with an irrepressible sense of pride.
"How does it feel? Pretty great, isn't it?"
Emperor Yu's voice sounded out faintly.
