章節 1835: The Man With Blood Hair

As the auction ended, some of the cultivators left Tianjue Pavilion, while others stayed behind.

On the surface, everything looked normal.

In reality, however, due to all sorts of supreme treasures being exposed, the atmosphere was rather bizarre.

In the private room, Zhang Ruochen sat at the table, motionless.

Zhang Ruochen knew that his identity as "the secret disciple of Yanshen" had been the focus of Mister Godcliff's attention. While there were inscriptions and wards on the wall, but they could not stop an Array Master from surveying.

Luo Yi was obviously quite the shrewd person, and every time Xiang Chunan was about to speak, he would interrupt the latter, and then they would drink and chat.

On the table, the soft brilliance from the copper lamp illuminated the entire private room.

The only exception was a small dark area beneath the lamp.