C49 The Person Who Stole the Pellet

In a quiet corner of the auction hall, a middle-aged man was seated, poised to rise, oblivious to the fact that Qin Tian had stealthily approached from behind.

As the man turned his head, he froze, dumbfounded and speechless for a long stretch.

"Temple... Temple Master," he finally managed to utter, his voice quivering.

Qin Tian gestured for him to come outside