Over half a month had passed since their last visit, and not only merchants but many cultivators had also come in admiration. The sound of haggling was endless inside the auction house, truly a bustling scene.
Those two young disciples stood there dumbfounded, their faces flushing with embarrassment. They wished they could take back their words, as the scene before them nearly made them bite their own tongues—the feeling of being proven wrong was indeed very unpleasant.
Qu Shanling, on the other hand, was secretly relieved. Thankfully, he hadn't spoken out to mock them earlier. Otherwise, it wouldn't be just the two of them feeling the embarrassment—it would have been him as well. What was more pitiful was that the people proving them wrong were none other than themselves.
"Senior Qu, this is the Nanmu Auction that the junior presides over," Mu Nan finally had a chance to lift his spirits and proudly spoke to Qu Shanling.
