Although Shi Lei attended the auction held by Tiangong Pavilion, he merely went to join in the excitement and stroll around casually, purchasing nothing.
At midnight, a sudden bolt of lightning split the ink-black firmament, and the torrential rain pounded the bluestone slabs of the market like a reversed heavenly river. The illumination talisman condensed at Shi Lei's fingertips had just flared to life when it was extinguished into wisps of grey smoke by rainwater seeping down the roof beams.
The moment he kicked open the iron door of the weapon-refining room, a rank, scorched stench mixed with the smell of blood hit him full force.
Chapter 496