Within Pavilion Nine, beneath a black canopy, Qin Yang observed everything happening. Unexpectedly, the conversation turned towards him, but at this point, he decided to just let them be.
At this time, in the plaza of the back garden, almost all the stone tables were occupied. This number already surpassed a thousand people, and the pavilions behind Qin Yang were also full.
Only the five pavilions at the front, numbers two, three, four, and five, were empty with no one seated. Pavilion One was surrounded by black curtains that blocked both sight and divine sense, leaving it unknown whether anyone was inside.
Qin Yang glanced at the pavilions ahead, easily deducing that those who could sit in these five pavilions must be from extraordinary powers. Within tens of thousands of miles of Celestial Cyan City, the most powerful forces – Piaoling Palace, Divine Sword Sect, and Blood Evil Sect – surely had a place here.
On the plaza, while everyone awaited the start of the auction.
