The once massive open arena sands were transformed in under a month. There was now a massive auditorium with many seats on level with the auction house floor.
The VIP suites now had far more security than before and the hallways were full of Harmonic Dragons acting as guards.
Lind was in a large chair that allowed him to relax as he might want to bid on some things, but mostly, he wanted to be with his family. They had been in the healing hall for too long.
The change of venue and the energy of the event infected them. It was a mixture of expectation, desperation, and greed, but it was also fun.
The boisterous atmosphere deed much more in a few moments than all the mourning together combined in a month.
Life moved on and cultivators could not wallow. Cyntilla would be incensed with them if they did so.
