Ren Feifan glanced at his watch. There was still plenty of time left to save Ye Qingcheng, so there was no rush. Consequently, he and Du Jiang found a place to sit down, ready to wait for the middle-aged man to come out.
The middle-aged man, afraid that the two would suddenly leave, had two rather impressive looking attendants take special care of Ren Feifan and Du Jiang, before hurrying inside.
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At this moment, in a garden of the Flame Auction House, a woman dressed in a green gown was playing the guzheng.
Her black hair flowed in the breeze, her slender phoenix-like eyebrows complemented a pair of calm lake-like eyes; her delicate nose, slightly flushed cheeks, and cherry-red lips begged for pity. Her perfectly-shaped face with a slightly lifted chin carried a hint of proud snow-capped mountains, while her smooth, fair skin was evocative. She had a good figure, indeed a beauty.