In the slightly dim courtyard, Ye Jingcheng at this moment looked like a spectator, watching the auction continue.
The auction remained lively, even though people couldn't see each other's faces, let alone identify each other's identities.
Perhaps they were even enemies, but at this moment they were unaware.
There was a mysterious sense of security, and the treasures at the auction were unlike anything anyone had ever experienced before.
Moreover, they were extremely blatant, blood-soaked treasures, stolen goods, furnace women, each item brought out could provoke cries of being an evil cultivator or demon cultivator.
But here, people only showed emotion when the prices skyrocketed.
This was the mysterious Cyan Spirit Trading Association, and the reason they were so cautious.
Coincidentally at this time, because too few treasures had been sold at the Taichang Market, most Foundation Establishment cultivators still had plenty of spirit stones remaining.
