C259 Three Ancient Wells

The sight of Bloodwraith sitting motionless filled everyone with dread, yet the room remained silent. The voice that had spoken earlier belonged not to a Shadowmancer, but to a hidden master lurking in the shadows.

"Please, take your seats. The auction will now resume," the ethereal voice rang out once more.

At this prompt, the cultivators who had evaded Bloodwraith reclaimed their seats