The moment the scheduled hour arrived, the vast Twin Moon Commerce Auction Hall became instantly packed.
The main floor seating was quickly filled by hundreds of commoners, independent cultivators, and merchants. They were hoping to bid for a minor treasure or simply witness the grand event. Above them, in the ring of partitioned balconies, were the VIP rooms. These were occupied by the most exalted figures: representatives from powerful Sects, ruling Kingdoms, and especially the envoys of various Holy Lands.
Vahn, situated comfortably in his private box, couldn't see their faces, but the sheer, oppressive presence radiating from those VIP areas was enough to make his skin prickle. He could tell that any of the figures behind those screens possessed the power to crush him like an ant. That's why he deeply appreciated the non-prying setting and the obscurity his black Clown mask provided.
