Ling Chen paid off the 110,000 taels of gold used for the auction backstage at the Cui Yu Building and then left. This staggering amount would be a fortune for ordinary people, but to Ling Chen, who currently possessed several million, it was merely a drop in the bucket.
"Ling Chen, you better not get into a quarrel with Junior Sister Xu over this trivial matter. She probably acted rashly out of jealousy," Xiao Muyu caught up with Ling Chen, softly advising him.
"I certainly won't quarrel with her. What right does an ordinary disciple like me from the Divine Intent Sect have to quarrel with the young palace master of Sky Void Palace?" Ling Chen gave a self-deprecating laugh. He was somewhat upset about what had just occurred. Indeed, if his strength hadn't surpassed Li Tai's earlier, he would have been thoroughly humiliated at the banquet.
