Ms. Doctor Divine

"Anything else?" Gu Chaoyan turned around and asked, fearing that he would be worried about the ointment she gave him. She might think that it was a small problem, but she was not sure about the injury. So Gu Chaoyan focused on him instead.

How could she leave so fast? The masked man wanted to say that, but he could not. Before the sweat on his hands dried, she turned around and left.

In the end, he put on the mask and waved his hands. "I am fine."

Gu Chaoyan couldn't help but retain some worry for the masked man. However, since he assured her that he was fine, she chose not to press the matter further.

Duan Feng arranged for someone to apply medicine to Gu Chaoyan's injuries before personally accompanying her outside.

As they arrived at the auction venue, it marked the first auction since their agreement, and Duan Feng joined them as their partner.

Unlike before, they were positioned upstairs, away from the authority token area, granting them a clear view of the proceedings below.

The first sight that caught Gu Chaoyan's attention were a few familiar faces—Zhao Dier and Zhao Wuhuai. She also noticed the woman who had emerged victorious in the recent gold medal competition, making it their second encounter.

Curiosity stirred within Gu Chaoyan, prompting her to wonder about the woman's identity. However, abiding by the rules, she refrained from asking Duan Feng, who stood beside her. Instead, she averted her gaze.

The audience's initial reaction to the face-changing pill appeared rather ordinary. Some even questioned how such a pill could be included in an auction primarily featuring high-level medications. There were even murmurs of potential disinterest in bidding for it altogether.

However, as the auctioneer provided an explanation, a wave of excitement swept through the attendees. Their hands rubbed together eagerly, eager to secure the item.

Zhao Wuhuai directed his words to Zhao Dier, stating, "See, if you hadn't caused trouble, it wouldn't have been so difficult to work with her. She's capable of refining a pill like the face-changing pill. Now we'll have to see if Wuxing can match that."

Regret seeped through his words.

The three face-changing pills fetched prices of 50 million, 60 million, and 55 million knives respectively, surpassing their initial expectations.

Zhao Wuhuai managed to acquire one as well, but he wore a discontented expression due to the substantial amount of money he had spent.

Gu Chaoyan shook her head slightly, recognizing that Zhao Wuhuai had hoped to obtain the pills without offering anything in return. Witnessing the outcome, he became visibly angered.

She wanted to distance herself from Zhao Wuhuai, so she departed alongside Duan Feng.

The atmosphere within the auction house remained abuzz due to the pills. However, as they stepped outside, they discovered that the commotion persisted in the surrounding area. Gu Chaoyan furrowed her brows. "What's going on?"

Duan Feng shared her puzzlement. "Let's go outside and find out."

Just as they were about to depart, the auction house guards caught up with them, their faces filled with anxiety. "We have bad news!"

"What happened?" Duan Feng inquired.

For decades, the Haitian Market had been devoid of any major incidents. With its elevated status and robust security, it was uncommon for anything untoward to occur. Sects and factions would hesitate to provoke trouble within the Haitian Market easily.

"Just go outside and see for yourselves," the guard responded, appearing at a loss for words to describe the situation.

Duan Feng and Gu Chaoyan hurriedly made their way out.

They traversed the path until they reached the entrance.

Finally, Duan Feng comprehended the gravity of the situation.

"How did this happen? Who is responsible? When did they arrive?" Duan Feng shouted softly.