A beautiful, curvy receptionist approached them, her steps graceful and deliberate, as if she were gliding across the floor. She wore a seductive dress that hugged her figure, leaving little to the imagination. Her eyes sparkled with a professional allure, and her smile was carefully crafted, exuding just the right amount of charm.
“Good evening, distinguished guests,” she purred, her voice smooth and inviting. “Welcome to the Three Deer Company. I am Lian Hua, and it is my honor to assist you tonight. May I inquire if you are here for the auction?” Her tone was polished, the result of countless hours of practice, perfectly tailored to meet the expectations of the elite clientèle that frequented the company.
"A’ight! Give us the Golden Cabin in the auction hall," Ji Ying requested calmly, her tone exuding confidence.
The receptionist, having expected the young man to take charge, was momentarily surprised. She quickly recovered, smiling politely as she responded, "I'm sorry, but that's not possible."
"Why not? We've got plenty of gold," Han Xue interjected, producing a delicate silk pouch filled with gold coins.
With a respectful nod, the receptionist explained, "Esteemed young ladies and young master, your gold, unfortunately, can't secure the Golden Cabin. It's reserved exclusively for the City Lord and his wife. However, I would be happy to assist you in purchasing tickets for one of the other cabins."
Ji Ying was about to insist, but Han Xiao gently stopped her with a smile. "It's okay, Sister Ying'er," he said calmly. "We're here to have some fun, not to draw unnecessary attention with our seating. Let's find a quiet spot and enjoy the auction. And don't worry—you ladies can bet on anything you like. It's all on me."
With that, he produced a golden card from his palm and handed it to the receptionist. "Miss, please find us a quiet place, and you can handle all transactions using this." The golden card was a gift from Tang Chen, capable of purchasing anything without limit within the Zhou Nation.
The receptionist’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of the golden card, her demeanor shifting to one of heightened respect. She quickly composed herself, offering a graceful bow before motioning for them to follow.
“This way, esteemed guests,” she said, her tone now more reverent. She led them through the grand entrance of the Three Deer Company, past intricately carved wooden doors that opened into a vast, opulently decorated hallway. The floor was polished marble, reflecting the warm glow of lanterns hanging from the high ceiling, each one adorned with delicate tassels and ornate designs.
As they walked, they passed through corridors lined with fine tapestries and artworks, each depicting historical scenes and mythical creatures. The air was filled with the faint scent of incense, adding to the ambiance of luxury.
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Finally, they arrived at the entrance to the auction hall—a large, ornately designed double door flanked by guards dressed in ceremonial armor. The doors swung open to reveal the grand auction hall, a spacious, amphitheater-like room with multiple tiers of seating. Each tier was sectioned off into private cabins, offering a clear view of the central stage where the auction items would be displayed.
The receptionist guided them to a secluded cabin on the upper tier, offering privacy and an unobstructed view of the stage. The cabin was furnished with plush seats, a low table set with refreshments, and silk curtains that could be drawn for added seclusion.
“This cabin should suit your needs,” the receptionist said with a respectful bow. “If you require anything further, please don’t hesitate to ask.” With that, she left them to settle in, closing the door softly behind her.
Han Xiao, Han Xue, and Ji Ying took their seats, appreciating the comfort and exclusivity of their cabin. The hall below was gradually filling with guests, the atmosphere buzzing with anticipation as the auction was about to begin.
The receptionist followed them into the cabin, and as the door shut softly behind them, Han Xiao took a moment to observe the space. Though the room was relatively small, the grandeur within was unmistakable. The three chairs facing the wide, transparent glass were nothing short of majestic, each one exuding a sense of power and luxury that rivaled the thrones he had seen in memories of the Han Palace.
“Please, allow me to serve some tea,” the receptionist offered, her hand gesturing gracefully as she bowed her head slightly.
Han Xiao, settling into one of the opulent chairs without much ceremony, waved off the offer. “No need, I’ve had enough tea for the day. How about bringing us the best wine in the house?”
The two ladies took their seats beside him, both appreciating the comfort and elegance of their surroundings.
“Of course, right away,” the receptionist replied, her tone professional yet eager to please. She bowed once more before swiftly exiting the room, leaving the trio to relax in their luxurious cabin as they awaited the start of the auction.
“Is it your first time, Brother Han?” Ji Ying asked casually, though her tone carried a hint of mischief. Han Xue shot her a quick glare, finding the question slightly provocative.
Han Xiao chuckled and replied, “Nope, I’ve been to many.” Outwardly, he seemed confident, but inside, it was a different story. Not entirely sure if it counts as my first time, considering it’s my soul’s first experience, not my memories.
“Oh!” Ji Ying uttered, narrowing her eyes as though reading something in his expression. “Anyway, did you really receive the Frigid Law root from that old man?”
Han Xiao responded with a mysterious smile, offering no direct answer.
The question piqued Han Xue’s interest as well. She was still grappling with the fact that part of her power had been taken without her realizing it, and yet, her brother had somehow managed to gain everything back—and more.
“Show me, show me!” Han Xue urged, her excitement evident.
Han Xiao couldn't help but adore this side of his sister. With a smile, he wove a series of hand seals, muttering a specific chant with each movement. He concluded with a loud command, “Ice Law Unsealed!”
In an instant, the room’s atmosphere shifted as the temperature plummeted. A soft glow accompanied the change, and a silver-white ice needle, perfectly formed, hovered just above his palm.
“Wow, it’s exactly like my power,” Han Xue marveled, observing the ice needle with fascination. “Too bad its strength isn’t quite there yet.”
Han Xiao made a wry smile as he whispered to himself, My darling little sister, did you really have to say that? Throwing a pinch of salt right where it hurts the most.