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The entrance of the auction house was also semi-circular, and just like the entire building, it was milky white. Four tall and graceful girls stood in front of the door.
These girls were obviously carefully selected. They were all around 1.75 meters tall and had well-proportioned figures. Although they couldn't be called stunning, their beautiful appearance was still quite attractive. They appeared to be around twenty years old at most.
They wore long dresses that fit tightly, accentuating their graceful curves. Silver patterns were embroidered on their snow-white dresses. The four girls had identical movements, with their hands resting in front of them and wearing smiles on their faces. Although it was a professional smile, it still easily gave off a good impression.
When the two of them walked straight towards the entrance, one of the girls took three steps forward, slightly bowed, and smiled, "Can I help you with anything?"
Xue Qinghe took out a black-gold card and showed it to the girl. As soon as she saw the card, her expression immediately became respectful. "Respected guest, please follow me."
Xue Qinghe nodded slightly, called Zeng Yi, and followed her into the auction house.
In a private room deep within the auction house, an old man in white robes who had been sitting on the couch with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes. His gaze glinted with sharpness, as if shooting out a sword.
"Why is he here?"
Beside the old man in white robes, a middle-aged man with an elegant temperament was sitting and brewing tea. He noticed the change in the old man's aura and couldn't help but raise his head to look at him, asking in confusion, "What's wrong, Sword Senior?"
A look of excitement appeared on the old man's face as he said, "My disciple has appeared nearby. I just sensed his aura."
"Your disciple, Zeng Yi, right?"
"Yes, it's Zeng Yi."
At this moment, Chen Xin's mood was incredibly excited. When Ning Rongrong returned to the sect and reported that Zeng Yi had been captured by the Spirit Hall, he immediately became agitated. Ignoring the persuasion of the sect master, Ning Fengzhi, he dragged his good friend, Bone Douluo, and stormed into the Spirit Hall's holy land, the Hall of the Pope, to confront the current Pope about Zeng Yi's whereabouts.
However, the Spirit Hall claimed that Zeng Yi was not in their hands. Chen Xin thought that the Pope was trying to deny the fact and unwilling to hand over Zeng Yi, turning him into a member of the Spirit Hall. After all, there were certain Spirit skills in this world that could brainwash people and change their thinking.
Because of this, Chen Xin almost fought with the people from the Spirit Hall. It was not easy for him to find such a satisfying disciple, one who could promote the development of the sword path. How could he accept it if something happened to him?
The Pope of the Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong, had never faced such pressure before. Setting aside the fact that the Spirit Hall didn't have Zeng Yi, even if they did, with the power of the Spirit Hall, what could they do if they refused to hand him over?
However, considering the alliance plan with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, Bibi Dong restrained herself. After all, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan was very important to the Spirit Hall. Moreover, the Sword Douluo was also an honorary elder of the Spirit Hall, so she had to give him some face.
Bibi Dong had just planned to explain things to Sword Douluo in her own way when unexpectedly, the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, Ning Fengzhi, arrived. He took Sword Douluo away, and Bibi Dong had no choice but to abandon the idea of taking action against him.
Afterwards, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan received a letter written by Zeng Yi himself, assuring them that he was safe. Knowing that his disciple was not in danger, Chen Xin's worries were relieved.
However, according to Ning Rongrong, Zeng Yi still hadn't returned to Shrek Academy or visited the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. This made Chen Xin start to worry again. Did this brat Zeng Yi run away again?
After all, when he was still by Zeng Yi's side, Zeng Yi had secretly run away a few times.
Now that he sensed Zeng Yi's aura, Chen Xin couldn't help but feel excited.
"That guy, speaking of which, he can still be considered my Junior Brother, hehe." Ning Fengzhi smiled lightly, pouring himself and Sword Douluo a cup of freshly brewed tea.
"I've always heard Sword Senior talk about how amazing your disciple's talent is, the natural talent in the sword path. After reaching the Titled Douluo realm, he will have no opponents. Now, I can finally witness his brilliance with my own eyes."
Chen Xin burst into laughter, his face filled with pride. He knew best about Zeng Yi's talent from his previous confrontation with him. Although he was unwilling to admit it, when he was Zeng Yi's age, Zeng Yi's strength and sword ability surpassed him by far.
For this reason, after returning to the sect, he often boasted in front of Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo.
"I'll go find him now." Chen Xin stood up and was about to leave to search for Zeng Yi.
Seeing Sword Douluo about to leave, Ning Fengzhi immediately called him back, saying, "Senior Sword, wait. The auction is about to start, and since you sensed Zeng Yi's aura, he should be inside the auction house. Let's wait until after the auction to find him."
"Alright." Chen Xin agreed to Ning Fengzhi's suggestion and sat back down.
"You wait for me here, Senior Sword. I'll go ahead. Who knows, your disciple might be sitting next to me." Ning Fengzhi smiled and walked towards the door. He had a habit of going to the general area of the auction house for bidding so that he might encounter interesting people.
The two girls accompanied them to the entrance of the auction center before turning around and leaving. There were other attendants inside the auction center.
Compared to the previous guide girls, the attire of the attendants here was much more provocative. They also wore white outfits, but the feeling they gave off was completely different.
All the attendants at the auction center were women, and their height was similar to that of the guiding girls. However, their figures were even more alluring.
Their white dresses had open fronts, no sleeves, short skirts, revealing their delicate and smooth thighs. With white high heels, they were even more enticing. The deep cleavage on their chests and the prominent buttocks under their short skirts were all bewitching. They tempted people's minds.
Even someone as determined as Zeng Yi couldn't help but steal a few more glances. After all, he was still a normal man.
However, the more he looked, the more he wanted to look, and his gaze was fixated on the charming figure ahead.
Since they were all men, what was there to be shy about? Moreover, with Xue Qinghe's identity, he probably had tried various positions. This scenery before him should just be a little teasing for him.
"Are they very beautiful?"
Suddenly, Xue Qinghe's soft voice came from behind Zeng Yi, startling him.
"Don't scare me like that out of nowhere, okay?" Zeng Yi patted his chest and looked at Xue Qinghe, grumbling.
"Do you have a preference for this kind of thing? If you like, I can find a few companions for you." Xue Qinghe used a fan to cover his mouth, looking at Zeng Yi with focused eyes.
For some reason, Zeng Yi felt a tinge of resentment in Xue Qinghe's eyes, a resentment that seemed like that of a woman.
What was going on? Could it be...
As soon as he thought of this, Zeng Yi couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.
"Hehe, I'm just genuinely appreciating someone's beauty, not like that. I'm a very innocent, okay?" Zeng Yi forced a smile, feeling embarrassed, then said with a serious expression.
"That's a pity." Xue Qinghe said lightly, putting away his fan and quickly walking to Zeng Yi's front.
Seeing Xue Qinghe's appearance, Zeng Yi felt even more puzzled.
Xue Qinghe walked in front of Zeng Yi, seeming to have a deliberate intention, blocking his line of sight. His expression was somewhat indifferent as he looked at the eyes of the girl in front of him, revealing a trace of pity.