"What!"
"What is the Nine Mountain Sect Master doing here?" a voice exclaimed.
"Ah! Look behind him. T-that's…"
"H-How could they arrive at the same time?"
The auction room was reeling in shock and disbelief. For most of them, this was the first time they were seeing the three most powerful people in the Southern Region.
Most especially, the Frost Moon Sect Master. She rarely leaves the sect. Unless her sect is in imminent danger or she is attending the summit, she never leaves the sect.
She was once known as the frost goddess of the Southern Region. Watching her cold ethereal beauty, all the men swallowed the lumps in their throats.
She walked with unwavering confidence, raven-dark hair twisted in intricate knots, a crown of quiet strength.
Her bosom rose proudly, daring any man's wildest fantasy.
The loose Daoist robe clung softly to her perky back, subtly revealing the graceful curve that whispered stories of allure and power.
