On this day, the plaza where the Skyward Auction took place was already teeming with people.
Various ships, various magical treasures, and various escape lights continuously flickered above the plaza.
When Zhu Fei, having disguised himself, arrived here, he happened to find that the auction had already begun admitting attendees.
He did not hesitate and quickly followed a few cultivators to the guard responsible for verifying invitations.
After Zhu Fei passed the inspection and entered the auction hall, a woman in a pink dress suddenly approached him and smiled, saying:
"Hello there, fellow Daoist. I am one of the attendants responsible for reception at this auction. May I ask if you plan to participate directly in the bidding in the auction hall or if you prefer a private room?"
Hearing the attendant's words, Zhu Fei's heart stirred slightly, and he couldn't help but ask:
"If I want a private room, are there any requirements? Also, is there any difference between the rooms?"
