AZI: The History Shattering Burial of a Selfish Lunatic Vol 5 to 6

The air in the Lan Si Restaurant's auction hall was thick with anticipation, the hum of hushed conversations punctuated by the sharp crack of the auctioneer's hammer. On the fifth floor, Long Hua, sunglasses perched on his nose, leaned back in his plush seat, a smirk playing on his lips. Across the room, a hooded figure, Mo-laoban, glowered, her irritation palpable even from a distance. The black jadeite flute, a relic of untold significance, had just been sold, and the tension between them was a tangible force.

Bai Wen, Long Hua's boisterous friend, finally let out a booming laugh, breaking the stifling silence. "Lao Long, can you...- Pff... Can you really blame me?" he choked out, wiping tears from his eyes. Zhen Qing Huai, equally amused, added, "Ai, you really can't blame Lao Bai. Who in their right mind would keep a fan—with those words on it, on their person at all times?"

Long Hua, choosing to ignore their jibes, refilled his cup. His gaze, however, flickered towards Mo-laoban, a silent challenge passing between them. He had won the flute, but the battle, it seemed, was far from over. Downstairs, Zhang Yong, a young member of the Ashen River Hall, muttered 'Long Hua...?' his eyes narrowing, while a young lady beside him, Hui'er, frowned, the name echoing with forgotten memories. The stage was set, not just for an auction, but for a confrontation of past and present.