The moment Bai Zihan's figure vanished beyond the auction hall's golden doors, the respectful smile on the manager's face melted away—replaced by a serious and urgent expression.
Without wasting a breath, he turned sharply on his heel and strode toward the inner chambers.
His polished shoes clicked briskly against the jade floor as he bypassed startled attendants and guards.
He ascended the spiral staircase leading to the highest floor, where only the most restricted members of the Grand Radiance Auction were permitted to tread.
Pushing open a set of carved sandalwood doors, he entered a lavishly furnished room.
Behind a wide, phoenix-carved desk sat a woman draped in crimson silk, her beauty sharpened by the faint aura of someone who had long stood at the peak of power.
This was the Madam of the Grand Radiance Auction—its true owner.
The manager bowed deeply.
"Madam, the Bai Clan's young master… has just consigned eleven treasures."
She arched a perfectly shaped brow.
