Jiang Yun wasn't particularly interested in the internal workings of the Qiankun Auction House. He took a glance and that was enough.What he truly cared about was those three days, how over a hundred..."Junior Sister!"

Seeing Situ Jing fall, Dongfang Bo let out a surprised exclamation from his mouth. In a hurry, he waved his sleeve, and a gentle force gently supported Situ Jing's fallen body.

Then, a mouthful of blood spurted from Dongfang Bo's mouth, exploding in the air and dispersing into a cloud of blood mist. It quickly congealed into an altar!

A square altar stood before them, upon which nine round stone stelae were erected.

The Shrine of the Silent Tribe!

As the altar appeared in the heavens and earth, Dongfang Bo's hands were also rapidly forming countless hand seals, striking heavily upon this altar.r much deliberation, and with a sigh of resignation from his heart, Jiang Yun stepped into the pool of blood."Wow!"The placid pool of blood suddenly churned, as if it had a life of its own. It even al...