Aiden Knight's POV
"Sixty million!" The voice echoes from the middle section of the auction hall.
I watch the hundred-herb cauldron under those blazing spotlights. Every fiber of my being screams that I need that ancient bronze vessel. The engravings pulse with residual spiritual energy that calls to something deep in my cultivation base.
"Seventy million!" Another bidder jumps in aggressively.
Clara shifts beside me, still concerned about my sudden tension. "Aiden, you never answered me. Why do you need that cauldron so desperately?"
"Family business," I reply without taking my eyes off the stage.
The auctioneer scans the room with practiced efficiency. "Seventy million yuan for this extraordinary piece of alchemical history. Do I hear seventy-five?"
A young man in an expensive navy suit raises his paddle from the VIP section. Everything about him radiates dangerous arrogance - from his perfectly styled black hair to the cold calculation in his dark eyes.
