Three hours slipped by quickly, and the Crimson Spire was already bustling with cultivators, nobles, and factions from across the 79th Heaven and beyond.
Aurora and Isis arrived quietly, Aurora in her simple white dress and Isis in casual clothes reminiscent of Ash's usual style.
They made their way to the towering entrance—two immense doors of red crystal framed in blackened iron.
Waiting at the threshold was a tall, androgynous figure in flawless silver-and-crimson robes, face half-concealed behind a smooth porcelain mask with softly glowing red eyes.
The figure bowed politely. "Welcome to the Crimson Spire Auction House," it said in a smooth, genderless voice.
"May I see your invitations?"
The two women raised their brows, thinking the place was open to the public. As if reading their expressions, the worker said,
"If you don't have invitations, they can be purchased for 300 million Mana stones."
Aurora and Isis shared a quick glance before the dragon spoke.
