One month before the auction began, Shangyang City grew bustling. Loose cultivators, clan cultivators, and sect disciples from all over seemed to have agreed to gather here. Thanks to the auction house’s reputation, which had been built over many years, cultivators were more than willing to put their idle treasures up for auction to trade for the resources they needed.
However, Yu Xian was still tucked away in the Zhao Family library at that time, indifferent to the outside commotion. By the time he finally had a moment to spare, the auction was almost underway.
Shangyang City had a specialized *fangshi*, and the Shangyang Auction House was a grand building that only opened once every ten years; even the staff had been borrowed from the Yingxian Pavilion. It was clear that Master Danyang was not a particularly gifted businessman.
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