The Witch Coven Rises Too!

The Paradise, Auction House.

It was a towering building near the central plaza, luxurious, beautiful, and dazzlingly opulent. Every extravagant adjective you could imagine suited it perfectly.

As an auction house, it was a place where high-tier equipment and rare items appeared all the time. It had everything from bloodlines and classes to permanent-stat potions.

Mo Xi stepped into the Auction House and was escorted by a staff member to a meeting room.

Once Mo Xi had taken her seat, the woman across from her smiled brightly. She brought out the contract she had shown Mo Xi online beforehand, along with a pale gold card, and gently slid them both across the table.

“Miss Angela, if the potion’s attributes are genuine, we can sign the contract we discussed online,” the woman said warmly.

Mo Xi didn’t rush to sign. Instead, she asked curiously, “Have you ever received items with fake attributes before?”

The woman smiled. “Yes. We were once swindled out of more than twenty million Paradise Coins by members of the Witch Coven. Our president was so furious that she nearly walked out on the spot.”

“Didn’t you try to get it back afterward?” Mo Xi asked, blinking.

The woman smiled wryly and shook her head, then helplessly uttered three words: “We couldn’t beat them.”...