[A/N: Sorry but we won't we be sitting through the same ole Auction shenanigans.] ;)
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The two women were caught off guard to discover that the first item was, in fact, the coordinates.
The auctioneer stood still on the central dais, raising a single gloved hand.
"The Heart of the Hollow Prince," he declared, his voice smooth and intimate, as if whispering directly into each bidder's soul.
"For countless cycles, cultivators from all heavens have sought the realm that holds the prince's heart. And now, at last, it has revealed itself."
Above the platform, a holographic image bloomed: a small black scroll bound in chains, faintly pulsing with containment runes. The sight stirred a soft wave of murmurs through the gallery.
"Starting bid," the auctioneer went on, "fifty million mana stones, with increments of five million. The floor is open."
Yet, despite the majority of those present being in favor of the item, no one spoke up.
