"Even for we Chic Cloud Pavilion, this auction is the top priority."
When Fang Qiu completely disappeared out of sight, the middle-aged man took a deep breath and then quickly turned to report to his superior.
As to Fang Qiu, after walking out of the Chic Cloud Pavilion, he muttered along the way, "Now, all I've got is the useless Newborn Moon Sword. If Long Qiyun had let me hammer it once when he was casting it, this sword would have been a fine sword worth at least a million. What a pity."
While whispering to himself, Fang Qiu took a taxi and went straight to the airport, preparing to go back to Jiangjing.
In an antique wooden building that was exceedingly luxurious.
"Knock, knock, knock."
The middle-aged manager, who had received 19 swords from Fang Qiu, came to a door and gently
