"He authorized it the moment he left this on his desk while he was in the bathroom. The perks of being a Martial Uncle, Ji'an. We requisition resources. Aggressively."
Ji'an stared at the stolen medallion.
'My master is a kleptomaniac with a drinking problem,' she thought, a profound sense of awe washing over her. 'I have never felt safer in my life.'
The Grand Heavenly Auction House was located at the very center of the city, a towering monolith of white jade and gold that looked less like a commercial building and more like a temple dedicated to the god of extreme wealth.
Thanks to the "borrowed" medallion, Jiu Zui and Ji'an bypassed the massive, winding line of regular cultivators and were immediately escorted by bowing, terrified attendants into a private, floating VIP booth on the third floor.
