In truth, now that things had developed to this point, leaving aside the others for the moment, even deep in the Silver-Haired Elder's heart, he was starting to mutter to himself a little.
Things like someone coming to an auction to swagger and swindle, shouting out bids at random, rarely happened, but rare was only rare; it did not mean they could be completely eliminated.
The old man before him carried a certain mysterious air, but he did not look like someone rolling in wealth. Thirty million mid-grade Spirit Stones was no small figure. Whether he could actually produce them was truly doubtful.
Though this sort of troublemaker might push the price even higher, compared to the sale of a single auction item, their shop's reputation was more important.
Moreover, others were only guessing at the identity of the person in the private box, but he knew it perfectly well: that person was an old monster of the Dongxuan Realm. Now that he was already enraged, the Silver-Haired Elder did not dare treat the other party's mood as nothing.
Besides, the demand the other party had raised was perfectly reasonable as well.
Thoughts flashed through his mind, and the Silver-Haired Elder gave a dry cough. "Fellow Daoist, you must have attended auctions before. Bidding is not something one can do with empty words alone. Could you take out something to serve as proof that you have the ability to bid?"
"Hmph."
A trace of a cold smile appeared on the Thin Old Man's face. "What, looking down on this old man? And what about the person in that private box? Why don't I see him taking out any proof?"
The other party's discourtesy made a trace of anger flash across the Silver-Haired Elder's face. However, the person before him was