Chapter Two Hundred Ninety-Four [Soul Capturing Mirror]
After the last exotic beast was sold, the middle-aged man from the Ghost Race on the stage laughed loudly and made a fist salute gesture, saying aloud, "Thank you all for being here today. I hope the previous items have not disappointed you..."
He hadn't finished speaking when a guest at a round table in the front row interrupted coldly, "Stop with the nonsense. We're not here for those things.
You can find those items in the trade markets of other major cities, can't you?
You know very well what we are here for today. Since it's already time, don't dawdle. Just bring out the things we want!"
The person speaking didn't seem to show any courtesy, but the middle-aged man from the Ghost Race on stage was not offended and instead smiled, "This esteemed guest is right. Given the circumstances, I won't waste words."
With that, he raised both hands high above his head and clapped three times vigorously.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
