The auction hall was plunged into silence at the sudden interruption.
Everyone, from the representatives of the legendary families to the other guests, turned their heads towards the source of the sound.
What the Xiong Heiress said just now.
What was that? A truce?
Their eyes fell on the red placard raised by the thin white fingers.
Ming Zhi Yi who was enjoying the rare sight of the family heads fighting over a useless rock also looked over to her.
Under his mask, the pair of dark eyes became cold.
"A truce, did I hear correctly? The young Xiong Heiress is asking for a truce?" His low voice echoed.
Xiong Zhi felt a slight hint of annoyance in his voice, as if he was displeased with the interruption.
She stood up.
"Yes, you heard me correctly. I demand for a truce."
"My lady, on what grounds are you suddenly asking for a random request?"
