As Yan Qingshuang gave up bidding, the Flame Trace Sword was unsurprisingly won by Luo Cheng.
The auction concluded, and the crowd began to disperse one after another.
Many were still discussing the intense bidding earlier, and naturally, the focus was on Luo Cheng.
"Who would've thought that the Flame Trace Sword would fall into the hands of Luo Cheng? A useless trash with a Wasted Martial Soul, yet possessing such wealth—it's truly enviable!"
"Hehe, I'm afraid he only has money to buy it but no life to use it! Look, Cheng Gong and Qin Ming are already heading over."
"Eh, it's true! Are they planning to kill him and seize the treasure?"
Some observant individuals noticed that Cheng Gong and Qin Ming did not leave the auction house but rather moved toward the private booth where Luo Cheng was located.
Inside the booth.
Luo Cheng sat on a Demon Beast skin chair, enjoying exquisite snacks, waiting for the maid to deliver the Flame Trace Sword.
