Wen Qingye returned to his room and began his daily cultivation. He felt he was just a hair's breadth away—so close to a breakthrough. Tonight, he would attempt to shatter this barrier.
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The monthly Divine Wind Auction in Qiyang City had begun. It was arguably the liveliest day of the month for the entire city. Countless scions from various families, members of different factions, and other notables would all come to have a look.
The streets of Qiyang City grew even more boisterous, with street vendors and peddlers taking full advantage of the occasion.
Wen Qingye strolled to the entrance of the Divine Wind Auction House, where a crowd was already starting to file inside.
"Let's go, let's head in!" Lu Fangliang said, emerging from a corner.
Without another word, the two walked side by side toward the Divine Wind Auction House. Suddenly, two guards at the entrance blocked their path.
