Now that everything was as such, Perfected Being Cang Lang naturally could not stay any longer. With a darkened expression, he turned to leave with his two disciples.
As Perfected Being Cang Lang left, the many surrounding cultivators began to disperse as well.
In a small alley, a coachman drove a horse carriage into the distance.
Outside the crowd, Ji Yaoxue and Bai Yuhan stood at the side, looking emotional after witnessing the entire auction.
Bai Yuhan said, "Did you see that? Mr. Mo played with Perfected Being Cang Lang in the palms of his hands without even making an appearance such that the latter could only leave in shame."
Ji Yaoxue nodded as a look of appreciation flashed in her eyes. "Mr. Mo is indeed impressive. He expected all of Perfected Being Cang Lang's reactions beforehand and dealt with it."