Chapter 27: The Old Man at the Auction House

Ethereal City, auction hall. Byron Cutmore's group stared at the long line snaking from the entrance and couldn't help clicking their tongues. "Only a hundred people get into the Formless Spiritual Ruins. Why are there so many people in Ethereal City?" "You don't get it," someone nearby said with a knowing laugh. "They don't have the right to enter the Formless Spiritual Ruins, but they do have the right to steal opportunities." "Every time the Formless Spiritual Ruins closes, the Desert turns...