The Sapientia Auction was a massive event, so large in fact that it was announced more than a decade prior. In fact, Lilith and her Nightmare Palace had sched for countless hundred years to accumulate the wealth they could use for this auction.
Dyon’s jaw clenched. It seed Aritzia’s scheming hadn’t co to an end yet. They were likely trying to turn the Sacharro Clan into public enemy number one by using them as an excuse for cancelling this auction.
“The Sapientia Auction?” Patriarch Mist paused. “If I recall correctly, there are so important items we need from this auction for our chances of failure to be diminished. What exactly happened?”
His voice didn’t sound like the was enraged by this occurrence.
“We aren’t entirely certain, no one is… The only facts we know are twofold. One is that Cot Lord Gallagher, the creator of the Sa – Mortal Network is in fact a mber of the Sacharro Clan. The second fact is that the Sapientia breached their contract with the Cot Lord, allowing her to take control of 95% of the Mortal Network.
“In addition, the Sacharros began to place heavy pressure on Sapientia Corner markets. Sapientia City has been destroyed, and no one goes to Sapientia Corner anymore for their pill resources.
“The Sapientia claim that the Sacharros have used an underhanded and shaful tactic to weasel their way out from under the contract. In addition, the Sacharros executed six of the seven guild heads, and kidnapped a seventh. Video evidence of this has surfaced…”
Grand Elder Mist’s eyes clearly lost focus as she thought of the video. To kill six middle dao experts so easily… Wouldn’t she die so easily as well?
“As a result of the movents of the Sacharros, the revenue the Sapientia are able to bring in plumted. In fact, they are in debt. Too many individuals have withdrawn from Sapientia contracts and the Sapientia Bank. If they weren’t in debt, it would be too heaven defying.
“They have released a statent that says they can no longer hold the auction as they do not have the resources necessary to host such a large event.”
Suddenly, Patriarch Mist snorted with laughter.
“They don’t have money, so their solution is to not follow through on the event that would drown them with riches? I see the Sapientia are still the sa dirty bastards, hm? They want to use our hands to deal with the Sacharro Clan so that they can remain blemishless.”
In that mont, Patriarch Mist’s deep blue eyes grew cold, growing several shades lighter as an overbearing ice will blood outward from himself.
“There’s nothing I hate more than being used … But I guess we have no choice. Even if the items we wanted aren’t completely necessitated, I have a feeling that many other Clans can’t afford to miss this auction.”
“… B-but esteed Patriarch, the Sacharros have a Higher Existence backing them.” An elder said.
Patriarch Mist’s pupils constricted. “Is that so?”
“I believe that the Sapientia are attempting to use strength in numbers to combat this.” Grand Elder Mist spoke. “They hope that if enough people participate, then the Higher Existence can’t possibly turn her sword toward all 100 of our quadrants. As long as we don’t touch True God Sacharro, or at the very least, aren’t the ones who land the final killing blow on him, we should be okay.”
It was then that a snort rang out. Its owner was none other than the young man’s whose features were contorted by arrogant.
“What bullshit True God. To take such an arrogant title. If it wasn’t for Ancestors’ plans, I wouldn’t allow any of them to hold such nas before !”
The normally strict and impatient Patriarch Mist smiled at this remark. It seed he didn’t mind that a junior interrupted their eting.
“Patience, Little Valen. The opening of the Ancient Battlefield isn’t a long way’s away. You’ll have ti to break into the dao realm before then. We expect many things from you.”
Valen seed to be slightly appeased by these words and fell silent once more.
After a mont of silence, Patriarch Mist finally spoke once more.
“We will remain silent for these matters. We cannot move in full force in the first place, and there is nothing more important than the Ancient Battlefield. It’s the place where the beginning of ti ets the end… And it’s also the place our Mist Clan will rise up once more. I won’t let anything get in the way of that, even if it is the Sapientia.”
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Dyon took one final look toward the Mist Clan grounds before disappearing. He hadn’t found out everything he needed to know, but he still got so valuable information.
Whatever the Mist Clan wanted, it was on the Ancient Battlefield. To this day, Dyon still didn’t know what it was about… Madeleine said the sa words the Patriarch had said. A place where the beginning of ti t the end? That the present was connected to the past and future all at once? He couldn’t make sense of it, and neither could Madeleine when he asked.
But, more importantly, Dyon learned of sothing else. It seed the Sapientia hadn’t had enough of his foot quite yet. It seed he needed to press them further into the ground on this 2 by 2 square of his…
‘… Before I deal with that, should I pay Lilith a little visit?’
Dyon could only imagine how she was feeling. She had stalled her cultivation for a decade, all for the auction, yet it was suddenly cancelled.
Still, the provided an opportunity. This was the best chance he’d have to rope her in. But, more importantly, Dyon’s intuition was telling him that she’d play a vital role in saving Eli.
However… seeing Lilith would require going to the very Enigmatic Sect that was probably all too eager to teach him a lesson.
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