9
The Black Tiger Auction House
Bai Xue arrived at the Black Tiger Auction House located in Weha City along with Bai San.
Their faces were covered with cheap black cotton cloths, making them appear to be of the lower class or even the lowest class at a mere glance.
The Black Tiger Auction House was one of the powerhouses of this sacred land.
Just by looking at the guards standing in front of the auction house, who already possessed spirit-level strength, not to mention the auction house itself being protected by saint-level runes.
“Low-class people, get out of my sight!”
Before Bai Xue and Bai San could step in any direction, a guard who was stationed in front of the auction house shouted at them.
The loud shout made the people turn their eyes toward Bai San and Bai Xue with disdain.
The guard, seeing this, smirked satisfactorily.
It was clear that he intended to humiliate Bai Xue and her brother just for the sake of embarrassment.
Bai Xue was so angry that she wanted to kill the man on the spot.
This was her brother being insulted!
‘Bai Die.’
‘Yes, Young Miss.’
‘Leave your scent on this person.
Tonight, I will deal with him myself!’
‘Bai Die can kill him if Young Miss wishes.’
‘No need.
I don’t want this person dead.
I want him to deeply understand the taste of being looked down upon and humiliated.’
Bai Xue believed that one could harm her but not her family.
Therefore, no one had the right to offend the Bai family in any way!
“I told you to leave and you still won’t go!”
The guard’s annoying voice rose again.
Bai Xue turned to look at Bai San, who still maintained a calm and majestic demeanor, more so than usual.
The difference between Bai San now and the Bai San back in the Bai family was stark.
Bai Xue couldn’t help but admire her brother.
“Why should I leave?” Bai San asked calmly.
“This is an auction house for the upper class, not a place for low-class people like you to stroll around!”
Low-class, is it…?”
“What is all the fuss about?” Before the guard, whom Bai Xue had targeted, could say anything further, a voice filled with strength sounded, accompanied by a level of power Bai Xue had never encountered before.
Thanks to Bai Die, she knew that the newcomer was a saint-level rune user!
And possessed saint-level martial strength as well.
The gentleman emerging from the Black Tiger Auction House appeared to be of the same age as Bai San, yet displayed such formidable strength.
It was rumored that only those who had lived for hundreds of years could reach the Saintly level, suggesting that such beliefs might not hold the truth after all.
“Young Master Meng Lan, I merely intended to disperse those of lower status to another location. I never imagined these individuals would be so stubborn,” the guard tasked with monitoring the entrance hastily claimed his righteousness.
“Is that so… And what business do you two have with my auction house?” The man in question didn’t bother with the guard but turned to Bai San instead, his tone laden with a pressing force, which didn’t seem to intimidate Bai Xue or Bai San in the slightest.
Meng Lan found the duo intriguing.
Their unyielding eyes, could they truly be of the lower class?
And this familiar sensation, what could it be?
“Young Master Meng Lan inquires, yet you do not respond!”
“Would you shut your mouth?” The voice of a ten-year-old cut through, Bai Xue finding the guard’s voice increasingly intolerable.
Should her patience run out, leading her to kill someone in front of her brother, what then?
“You!”
“Silence.” This time, it was Meng Lan who spoke, and the obnoxious guard finally held his tongue, though he still shot Bai Xue a venomous look.
“Our business here is minor,” Bai San replied.
His gaze briefly flitting to the guard who dared to look at his sister with such contempt.
This man failed to recognize him standing beside her.
Bai San reminded himself to train harder for greater strength, so he could personally gouge out the eyes of such a guard in the future!
“And what business might that be?”
Meng Lan asked, signaling the guard at the door to back off with a stern look.
Whoosh!
Bai San, disregarding Meng’s gaze, presented a black jade given by their grandfather the previous day.
As soon as Meng Lan saw the black jade in Bai San’s hand, his eyes widened in shock.
“This is!”
“We cannot discuss it here,” Bai San cautioned.
“Follow me,” Meng Lan said, containing his excitement as he led the two siblings from the Bai family into the auction house, towards a VIP guest room safeguarded with Saint-level inscriptions by his grandfather, specifically designed to deter pests.
Bai Xue looked at the two men with interest, now certain that her grandfather must have some connection with the Black Tiger Auction House.
“Are you Bai San?” Once inside the room, which was deemed safe, Meng Lan dropped his intimidating demeanor and directly asked Bai San.
“Yes, it’s me,” Bai San nodded in acknowledgment, then removed the cloth covering his face.
“It really is you!
For twenty years, my grandfather has been searching for you.
What exactly happened that night?
And where are Grandfather Ling and your parents, as well as Xue Er?”
“This matter…” Bai San hesitated and turned to look at Bai Xue by his side.
Because at the time of the incident, Bai Xue was only one year old.
This child did not know the stories of the Bai family, as she had only woken up a month ago.
Those terrible events, if not necessary, Bai San and Bai Ling themselves did not wish to recount to Bai Xue.
They did not want Bai Xue to be aware of those stories.
“What do you say, A’San?”
“Bai Xue, she is sitting right in front of you.”
“This child…?”
“Yes, it’s her.”
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