Following the thrilling bidding war that had just unfolded, the atmosphere in the entire auction house felt like a powder keg that had been ignited, instantly pushed to a fever pitch. The emotions of those present remained immersed in the tense and exciting bidding atmosphere, rolling like surging waves that refused to subside for a long time.
"Next up is the grand finale of this auction—the Thunder Cloud Liquid." Xiyue's voice, as crisp and melodious as an oriole's song, suddenly rang through the auction house like a bolt of lightning piercing the sky. The moment her voice fell, the entire venue erupted like a pot of water brought to a boil by a fierce fire, and the crowd grew restless. People who had been lounging lazily in their chairs or standing casually about were suddenly pulled forward by an invisible hand, their bodies leaning forward in unison as their spirits abruptly sharpened.
Through the image projected on the screen, the precious Thunder Cloud Liquid could be seen contained within a most unusual glass bottle. The material of the bottle seemed to contain unfathomable power, emitting a faint, chilling halo under the bright lights. Inside, the Thunder Cloud Liquid resembled a sealed, miniature realm of thunder; wisps of electricity darted and leaped about with joyous abandon like nimble silver snakes, every single flash of light appearing like a mystical runic inscription. At the same time, low rumbles of thunder continuously emanated from within. Though not lou…
Chapter 83