As she spoke, she took a sip of tea and said, "The people from the auction house are planning to attack us, and their master will come, and it is estimated that the Shura King we met last time will also be here, so I am wondering if I should stay out of the spotlight."
"Are you worried about the two children?" Xuanyuan Moze asked.
"Well, after all, they are still so young. I am not afraid of fighting with those people, but I am worried that the two children will be in danger." She paused, gently shook the teacup in her hand, and said, "And the monk told me last time that I would be in bloody disaster this time, so I am a little worried that I will not be able to take good care of the two children."
"You can't trust his words." Xuanyuan Moze said as he drank his tea. He didn't think the monk's words were credible.
Feng Jiu smiled and said, "He is indeed a man of some ability. Although I cannot trust him completely, I cannot help but believe him." She looked at the sky outside and said, "There is still some time before the second half of the night. I will go and refine the tiger bone tendons into a pill for you to take. However, it is estimated that it will not be peaceful tonight, so we need to make them alert."
"Go into the space and refine! That way, even if someone attacks, they won't disturb you." Xuanyuan Moze said, his eyes shifted to the two familiar children, and said: "As for the two children, let them stay here, I will take good care of them."
Hearing this, Feng Jiu paused for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll try to be as quick as possible." As she spoke, she walked out first, gave instructions to Leng Hua and Leng Shuang, and asked them to continue, then turned around and entered the room, and flashed into the space.
At midnight, a large group of people came from the sky. They flew over the sky and came directly to the auction house. When the group entered the main courtyard of the auction house, the monks waiting in the courtyard bowed respectfully after seeing the leader.
"I see you, my Lord."
The people in the courtyard shouted in unison, bending over, lowering their heads and bowing their hands in salute.
The leader was wearing a mask. He looked at the people in front of him, his brows slightly knitted under the mask, and asked in a calm voice: "Why are there only you?"
Hearing this, everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to say, and just lowered their heads. Seeing this, the chief steward reluctantly took a step forward and said in a trembling voice: "Master, the two elders, the two elders have completely wasted their cultivation..."
The air became oppressive and cold because of these words. The master in black robe and mask exuded a gloomy and powerful aura. He stretched out his hand and lifted up the steward in front of him.
"What did you say?"
The voice was gloomy and terrifying. The chief steward who was picked up turned pale and dared not struggle. He could only report the whole thing to him in a trembling voice.
"That's it. I'm useless and I failed to fulfill my duty. Please punish me, my lord." He didn't dare to beg for mercy, but just apologized.
"Bang!"
There was a loud bang, and the steward was thrown to the ground. There seemed to be a sound of broken bones, but no one dared to help him or plead for him.
The steward groaned in pain, gritted his teeth and climbed up, but did not leave, instead he knelt in the corner.