He answered haltingly.
"Not really. When I bought the Nine Twists Spirit Ginseng, this young master still disguised his voice."
"But you made bids before that. The private room's location wouldn't change, and that day you even made a name for yourself in front of the auction house. We can't take that kind of risk."
"Fine."
Wen Hua did not keep arguing. He knew in his heart that the situation was urgent and that they could not delay any longer. After determining the direction, the three of them circled east.
In truth, he was feeling a little regretful now too.
But the Nine Twists Spirit Ginseng was something he had to obtain. He had begun gathering the materials for the Nascent Soul Pill very early on, and his father had also lent him a hand. After scraping things together from here and there, among the main ingredients, only this one remained.
Moreover.
He knew his father's good friend—[Blood Pill Master]!
This Nascent Soul senior, whose main cultivation was the Human Pill Great Dao, was a high-ranking figure of the Heaven Refining Demon Sect. In years past, he had owed his father a favor. If Wen Hua entrusted him with the task, he would definitely be able to refine the Nascent Soul Pill.
He only needed this single stalk, and there was a chance he could touch the Nascent Soul realm. How could he possibly hold himself back from raising the bid? Therefore, even if he took a loss, he still had to win it!
To others, the Nine Twists Spirit Ginseng was like a chicken rib, lacking and insufficient.
For him, however, it was the final piece of the puzzle he had painstakingly pieced together over many years. He truly had no way to give it up.
And so, the