The following day, as night fell, a silver moon hung high in the sky.
The small-scale martial arts auction was not held in an ordinary auction house but took place within the government building of the Beiyang Warlords, which had now become a tourist attraction. Usually, many visitors would come for a tour, but today the surroundings were sealed off.
Whoever could lead the auction here held great influence or backing locally.
Not many people attended, roughly around thirty, unlike other auctions that were filled to the brim.
After all, those who could come here were magic users and martial arts masters, who were indeed rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.
Lin Mo, Yan Wei, and Master Yin walked into the hall together, where chairs were already set up and many people were seated. Most of them wore traditional Tang suits and long robes, while some of the younger ones were dressed similarly to modern folks.
