The middle-aged man with the bald head, face flush with excitement and spittle flying, introduced each auction item tirelessly. Waves of sound surged from the crowd below, seemingly endless. Clearing his throat, the bald man offered a mysterious smile to the audience and said, "I believe everyone will be very interested in the next item."
As his voice fell, a young woman walked onto the stage, gracefully carrying a tray. Countless eyes followed her movement. After the short time they had spent together, the audience had learned that the bald man was not one to make empty claims; his words were highly credible. So, what could this auction item be that would pique everyone's interest? "It couldn't be another Spirit Artifact, could it?" someone thought to themselves. But they quickly shook their head. Spirit Artifacts were incredibly rare. It was already remarkable for one to appear in a single auction; two would be nothing short of a sensation. While it was not unusual for the Treasure Pavilion's triennial auction to feature two Spirit Artifacts, how much time had passed? Less than a third of the event had elapsed. If two had already been sold, what would the final count be? People dared not imagine. Thus, many subconsciously ruled out the possibility of it being a Spirit Artifact. "It must be a technique, high-level Mystic Grade!"
"I think it should be a high-level Mystic Grade medicinal pill!"
Chapter 43