Shen Ye didn't respond.
He raised his hand.
All sounds vanished instantly.
Then, he spoke the second sentence:
"Is that the second one—"
"If you're really that powerful, then come on over."
As he spoke, the mist that had already dissipated surged out from the ground again, spreading in all directions, transforming into layers upon layers of images.
In the distance.
The rewriters watched this scene in silence.
The one responsible for overseeing the normal auction, trusted by many mysterious beings, took a few steps forward, standing at the edge of the mist, and said in a deep voice:
"How did you discover it?"
Shen Ye smiled and said in a casual tone:
"I believe in one principle."
"What?" the other asked.
"Don't interrupt your enemy when they're making a mistake."
"What mistake did we make?"
"You made it look like you were very busy, completely underestimating me, as if I was already your meal, but this process took too long," Shen Ye said.
