From the shadows of a private VIP room tucked into the upper tiers, a figure sat motionless, wrapped in a dark, hooded cloak.
Nie Fengzhuo's presence was like a still pond—calm on the surface, yet hiding unseen depths.
Only the faint glint in his eyes betrayed the spark of interest ignited within him.
Below, an attendant carried out a small, ornate bracelet resting on a silk cushion.
Its surface was weathered, faint etchings barely visible under the dim lantern light, yet the air around it seemed to ripple subtly—as though unseen waves were emanating from it.
Lan Yuerong's voice was clear, though tinged with deliberate reservation.
"This item, according to our appraisers, appears to be an ancient soul-nurturing artifact. While its exact grade cannot be confirmed, it is estimated to be around Earth-Grade in classification."
Her words drew polite but unimpressed murmurs.
