Gu Sheng pressed the horse-face mask onto his head.
The man with the monkey-face mask clapped his hands twice, and immediately, sedan-bearers prepared nearby carried a sedan forward.
Gu Sheng complied without hesitation, stepping inside.
Old Zheng had explained some details of the auction to him, so he wasn’t surprised.
Sitting upright in the sedan, Gu Sheng heightened his senses to the maximum, not relaxing in the slightest. Although he knew it was routine to enter the auction this way, he remained instinctively vigilant.
The sedan-bearers carried the sedan in a winding, twisting path.
It was impossible to discern the exact direction.
After about a quarter-hour, the sedan tilted slightly, and a respectful voice from the sedan-bearers rang out:
"Sir, we’ve arrived. You may proceed as you wish."
Gu Sheng stepped out of the sedan, and the bearers began their return journey.
Raising his head to look, Gu Sheng’s eyes immediately revealed an expression of amazement. In this wilderness, there was unexpectedly such a luxurious place.
What met his gaze.
A finely crafted pavilion stood tall and vast, spanning over ten zhang. Inside, shadows flitted, with many strong auras. Gu Sheng tightened the horse-mask on his face and stepped forward.
The pavilion was brightly lit.
Everyone’s face was covered with masks of varying shapes—some dressed in black, others in robes of fine quality, and even skirts. Around them, beautiful maids flitted gracefully like butterflies among flowers, serving tea and pastries.
"Sir, are you alone?"
A maid greeted Gu Sheng respectfully.
Gu Sheng slowly nodded.
The maid continued:
"The first floor holds the area for direct trades, while the second floor hosts the auction itself. Please follow me."
The maid walked gracefully, her eyes alluring, and Gu Sheng followed her up to the second floor.
"The auction begins in two quarter-hours. You may wait in this private room or freely explore the first floor at your leisure. I’ll be outside; feel free to summon me at any time."
The maid served tea and pastries before respectfully retreating.
Only then did Gu Sheng take stock of the private room.
Three walls were enclosed, one was openwork. Through the open section, he could see other private rooms arranged in a tiered circular structure descending toward the very center, where an auction platform stood.
"What an impressive layout."
Gu Sheng couldn’t help but marvel, his curiosity deepening about the powers behind this black market—capable of such grand expenditures.
He closed his eyes to rest, showing no intention of exploring the first floor.
Quickly.
The two quarter-hours passed in a blink.
The previously somewhat noisy environment gradually quieted down, as one by one, masked figures took their seats in private rooms—some subdued and restrained, others unapologetically ostentatious, even brazen.
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