In a secluded corner of the Mysterious Market, Wu Qingce found Jiang Beiran, who had taken off his straw hat while waiting for him, and reported, "Senior Brother, I've gathered all the information." Putting his straw hat back on, Jiang Beiran nodded at him.
"Go ahead."
"The steward said their auction house prioritizes secrecy above all else. Each guest has their own private booth, so no one can see each other."
"Especially today, with so many sect masters present, they've even set up several new illusion and defensive formations just in case a few Mysterious Emperors end up fighting over the bids."
"Good. Anything else?"
Wu Qingce thought for a moment, then added, "Oh, and they only recognize tokens, not people. Once inside, everyone finds an empty booth to sit in, so the organizers don’t even know who’s in which room." In a world where personal safety was never guaranteed, the importance of confidentiality in places like auction houses couldn’t be overstated.
If you just bought something valuable, only to be ambushed and robbed right after, who would dare come to an auction after a few such incidents? How many lives did one have to throw away like that? Whether you were a Mysterious Emperor or just a Mysterious Practitioner, you had to abide by the auction house’s rules.