'Are there really this many items?'
Xiao Chen thought back. There were indeed quite a few cultivators in that row of small cabins who had consigned items for the auction.
'It seems that because there were too many items, they simply split the auction into two halves.'
"We pay our respects, Daoist!"
"We greet you, Daoist!"
Suddenly, a wave of respectful greetings rang out.
Xiao Chen put down the Painting Album, rose to his feet, and bowed along with everyone else.
He then saw a cultivator in red robes, who looked like a young man, striding briskly down the stairs from the floor above.
The man was brimming with youthful energy, giving no hint that he was already one hundred and sixty-one years old.
A faint smile on his face, Master Ming Yue walked to the nearest table and smoothly raised a glass of Spirit Wine.
"I, Gu Lihui, have never been good with pretty words. Today, I have just two for you—pure joy!"
