"All of them."
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"All of them?" Xiao Hei echoed Xiao Fang's words with a hint of skepticism.
As far as she knew, it wasn't possible to have an affinity to that many types of spirit attributes. Looking at Xiao Fang now, Xiao Hei couldn't help but feel like he was some sort of freak of nature.
Meanwhile, the auction hall grew louder as more people realized they could only see one or two scrolls at most—some none at all. The complaints turned bitter.
"There has to be some kind of mistake!" someone shouted.
"How are we supposed to bid on something we can't even see?"
"I demand compensation—!"
The golden-robed auction master raised his hand, and the entire hall fell into silence as a wave of calm Qi washed over the crowd. He smiled patiently, but his eyes carried a warning edge.
"Let me be clear," he said. "These scrolls are not meant to be seen by all. They are alive with power that chooses who is worthy. This is not a fault of the auction, but a test of your fate."
