Xia Weizhang didn't say it, but it didn't mean Xia Mian wasn't aware that the Divine Clan was very poor. Especially when Xia Weizhang faced her, his evasive eyes confirmed the fact for her: the Divine Clan was truly very poor!
Xia Mian sighed quietly to herself; it seemed the burden on her shoulders was heavy indeed!
Making the Divine Clan thrive again was a long and arduous journey...
As Xia Mian lamented the poverty of the Divine Clan, the first auction item already had a new owner.
The completely black metallic lump was auctioned off to a man dressed in a black cloak.
The left side of the man's black cloak was embroidered with a golden sickle.
Xia Weizhang whispered, "That's from the Artifact Refining Sect. The sect is famous for its weapon crafting. It's a good fit for that piece of metal."
Xia Mian squinted her eyes slightly.
Artifact Refining Sect?
