The crystal chandelier in the auction hall suddenly exploded, raining glass everywhere as Liu Meier strode onto the stage in red-soled heels with ten-centimeter heels. The snowy skin revealed by her plunging neckline bore a Big Dipper-shaped cinnabar birthmark, glowing an eerie purple. She raised a gilded hammer and tapped the stage. Every electronic device in the hall went dark at once.
"Thirty million, sold for the third time." A ring of smoke drifted from her red lips. The instant the gilded hammer fell, Ye Feifan felt the pure-yang blood in his palm grow scorching hot. The Ming dynasty blue-and-white plum vase contained none other than the sealed demonic holy weapon, the Bone-Eroding Whip!
"Congratulations, President Liu, on buying a fake." Ye Feifan rose, pressing down his trembling right hand. The Big Dipper embroidered in gold thread on his suit cuff glimmered faintly. As a rift in time and space suddenly split open in the exhibition hall's domed ceiling, a storm of rain and a foul wind poured in. He saw the sword scar from his previous life appear behind Liu Meier's ear.
