"As long as you step into the auction house of the Bright Moon Saber Sect, you are all my honored guests. Elder Aobama, I ask you to take your seat and be patient; there are even better lots coming up."
A majestic voice echoed from the pavilion at the back of the auction house. Everyone looked over to see Sect Master Zhao Hongsun of the Bright Moon Saber Sect.
After all, they were on his turf, and while Aobama's own sect possessed a far deeper foundation, the Bright Moon Saber Sect was wealthy and had acquired numerous martial arts manuals. Unaware of the true situation, Aobama decided to show some respect and dropped a harsh threat: "Just you wait until the auction ends."
Chapter 61