Inside the opulent warmth of VIP Suite 012, an absolute, collective shift in attention occurred.
Every single eye in the room pivoted smoothly to lock onto Shen Jian, who was currently sitting back on the plush velvet cushions with a vicious, intensely satisfied grin plastered across his face.
In his right hand, he held his glowing identity token high, its interface flashing with the confirmation of the heavy, crushing bid he had just casually tossed down onto the auditorium below: 3,000 Dao Points.
The rest of the lineage descendants looked at him, their expressions a mixture of confusion and mild judgment.
Although the reality-bending spatial painting on the display stage was undeniably impressive to the common cultivators sitting in the lower rows, someone of Shen Jian's towering stature shouldn't have a single practical use for such a novelty.
