Against The Eternity Chapter 106: [105] Chapter - 63: Auction House—Trapura City (Part - 1/2)

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[105] Chapter - 63: Auction House—Trapura City (Part - 1/2) Anshvi sat quietly, her gaze fixed on the entrance doors as people continued to come and go. Their presence filled the hall with a steady rhythm of movement. There was a menu resting on the table before her, and she reached for it at first. Then she paused midway, a small, helpless thought crossing her mind. ‘Aunty already made me eat too much… I can’t even order anything now’ and with a soft sigh, she placed it back down. Letting the idea go as her attention drifted across the hall toward the disciples of the Falling Leaf Sect. Her eyes lingered for a brief moment as she wondered if they had come for the auction like everyone else or if there was another reason behind their presence. Without any other thoughts, she quietly withdrew her gaze and returned it to the entrance. More and more people were arriving as the time passed by, and the atmosphere was slowly growing heavier with anticipation. At one of the tables, a disciple from the Falling Leaf Sect leaned slightly forward, his eyes narrowing as he looked in her direction. “Hey… isn’t that…?” he muttered. The man sitting across from him turned to look, but before he could respond. A Grandmaster among them spoke, his tone calm yet certain. “Yeah, that’s her. I saw her a few months ago when I came to this city with the young master.” Another disciple frowned, his expression carrying a hint of dissatisfaction. “I don’t understand what she’s so proud of… rejecting our young master like that,” he said, his voice edged with disbelief. “Who even refuses someone who already has everything?” The one with a slightly plump build leaned forward, lowering his voice as if he had just uncovered something profound. “Who knows? I heard she already has someone.” All three immediately leaned in, curiosity lighting up their faces. “What? How do you know?” He glanced around briefly, then spoke in a conspiratorial tone. “Think about it. She rejected our young master… and not just him. I heard that even someone from the main family of the auction house tried to approach her. There are even rumours about the young prince showing interest. If she turned down people like that… then she must already have someone.” The Grandmaster disciple frowned slightly, unconvinced. “You’re assuming too much. Our young master isn’t any less than they.” The plump disciple straightened a little, confidence swelling as if logic itself stood behind him. “Isn’t it obvious? The young master of the auction house’s main family is arriving today… and she’s here as well.” He paused for effect. Then added, almost triumphantly, “Coincidence? I don’t think so.” There was a brief silence among them. Then— “…That actually makes sense.” The others nodded slowly, expressions turning thoughtful, as if they had just pieced together a great hidden truth of the world. One of them looked at the plump disciple and said with a straight face, “I have to admit… You may not be good at cultivation, and you definitely eat more than you should—but somehow, you notice things like this.” The plump disciple lifted his chin slightly, accepting the praise with surprising dignity. Even if it came with insults freely attached. The atmosphere within the hall shifted the moment a new presence entered. Conversations softened, movements slowed, and attention subtly turned toward the entrance as one of the prominent families of the empire arrived—the Sahastra Family. At the front walked a tall man in his thirties, his posture straight and composed, a neatly trimmed beard and moustache lending him an air of quiet authority. Behind him followed two young men, both Master Warriors, their expressions steady and disciplined. The resemblance was clear—black hair, brown eyes, and the same composed bearing. Their robes, a blend of yellow with white patterns, marked their status without the need for introduction. Further behind, a line of guards carrying long spears moved in formation, their steps synchr