So, in Shifang City, what is his intention in using the Ying Dragon to hold the auction?
Ting Yan's mind was a jumble, yet she understood.
It seemed she was on the verge of uncovering a massive conspiracy without realizing it.
Although it came with great danger, it was also the perfect opportunity to gather intelligence.
Ting Yan propped herself up and gently massaged Lin Kun's shoulders with both hands.
"Golden Immortal Feng Xu? Is he the Golden Immortal hosting the auction?
But since that lord is running out of time, logically, his time would be incredibly valuable.
Why would he make such a grand display by hosting a major auction in Shifang City?"
Zhou Qingrang sat down at the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and looked at her meaningfully.
"You little demon, you're quite greedy. It's one thing to be curious about our affairs, but you actually dare to scheme against Lord Feng Xu."
