"Senior Brother Wang, you're too humble. I've come on behalf of the Holy Hall Pavilion to invite you to their auction. Are you interested in entering the sword you forged and those Pills?"
Zhang Liang asked.
Everyone exchanged glances. People had been inquiring about the items recently, but the offers weren't very high. It wasn't about the items' intrinsic value; most just wanted to get a bit of Wang Meng's good luck for themselves.
An auction was a completely different story. Who would spend a fortune on useless items? If nothing sold, wouldn't they just be humiliated all over again?
The items belonged to Wang Meng, so naturally, the decision was his to make.
From their expressions, Zhang Liang could tell things were going just as he'd expected. They were reluctant to put themselves out there. After all, people are instinctively cautious; there was no need to take a risk.
