Inside the Grand Radiance Auction Hall, the air was thick with the fragrance of rare incense, mingling with the faint hum of spiritual Qi.
Dozens of golden chandeliers blazed above, their light reflecting off the white jade floor in dazzling ripples.
The hall was vast, tiered like an imperial court—at the very front, the highest row of seats was reserved for the most exalted guests.
And already, most of them were filled.
On the left, the Li Clan occupied their section with a quiet, oppressive presence.
Li Jianhong sat at the head, his eyes half-closed, but every so often, a faint glimmer of sharp intent escaped his gaze.
Beside him, Li Meiying shifted slightly in her seat, her fingers tightening on the armrest.
The moment her eyes fell on the figure who had just walked in, a flicker of unease crossed her face, betraying a tension she quickly tried to mask.
