Wanren City, Qingfu Square.
Ning Daoran looked out from the elegant private room to see a huge auction square surrounded by tall buildings, with the auction stage right in the middle. Those cultivators who were reluctant to spend money on a private room were all sitting in the square, including burly martial artists with battle-axes and frail Foundation Establishment Ancestors of advanced age. People of all sorts and colors were present.
In just the time it took to drink a cup of tea, already dozens of Golden Core auras had probed Ning Daoran's private room.
But all had returned without success. The original restrictions of Qingfu Square might not block the probing of someone at the Golden Core Stage, but who was Ning Daoran? He had laid dozens of additional prohibitions himself, enough that even the Divine Sense of a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator might not penetrate them.
