"It's nothing, I'm just thinking about how to leave safely."
Mu Xi's face changed.
"Is someone targeting us?"
"Yes, the one on the second floor wearing the gold-embroidered robe."
Mu Feng whispered.
"He was targeting me during the auction earlier, now I'm afraid..."
Mu Xi bit her lower lip, a look of determination in her eyes.
"Brother, why don't we return the Spirit Grass? Survival is more important."
"No way!"
Mu Feng cut off his sister's words.
"This is a treasure I found with great difficulty to heal your Spirit Root, we can't give it up."
In his mind, Gu Sheng's sound transmission flashed.
"Don't worry, someone has promised to help us."
The auction was nearing its end, and the cultivators in the hall began to leave one after another.
Mu Feng noticed Zhao Pengzu and Dong Wei standing on either side of the exit, occasionally glancing in their direction.
"Mr. Mu."
Gu Sheng's voice once again echoed in Mu Feng's mind.
"When the auction ends, don't rush to leave.
