Even after the cauldron had been sold, the atmosphere within the auction house did not simmer down at all. In fact, it seemed to be slowly boiling up, with discussions happening all around. So excitable had the crowd become that they no longer bothered to hide their communication behind voiceless transmissions.
Everywhere around, one could hear muffled conversations, often involving three or more people, with some even leaning over their seats to join in.
Soaking in the scene, Yang Qing sighed as he looked around his room. Yes, he had the view, the luxury, the complementary wines and teas, the privacy—but at what cost?
Part of the charm and joy of being in an auction house was the excitement-filled conversations happening below, a mixture of envy, curiosity, and anticipation for what was going to be auctioned next.
