The old auctioneer swept his arms wide, and the stage behind him erupted into a brilliant cascade of golden spiritual light.
Ten pure white jade pedestals rose in a perfect, flawless semi-circle from the floorboards.
Atop each pedestal rested a crystal vial holding exactly ten gleaming, emerald-green pills.
The medicine radiated a dense, fog-like herbal mist that rapidly drifted over the front rows, forcing several old cultivators to gasp as their stagnant meridians violently throbbed with a sudden injection of pure vitality.
"The perfected, flawless Tier 3 Iron-Cleansing Hearth Pill!" the old man roared, his voice trembling with an ecstatic, theatrical pride.
