Except for Ethan and Iris, not a single cultivator present recognized the incomplete stone slab.
Even Talker Latham, one of the finest appraisers of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion, could only guess that the object was ancient. What era it originated from, what inscription lay upon it, and what purpose it served—none of these could be determined.
At this time, Lana stepped forward, her voice crisp and elegant.
"The last item of this treasure appraisal conference is an incomplete stone slab."
The moment the attendants carried the slab forward, revealing its fractured surface and strange texture, the auction hall erupted with noise.
"Manager Lana, isn't this too hasty for a final item? It's just a stone slab!"
"Right? This doesn't look like a treasure at all—just a broken rock!"
"Hurry up and open the coffin instead! Who cares about some rubble?"
Voices rose one after another, impatient and dismissive.
But before the chaos could grow, Latham raised his hand lightly.
