Bidding Failure

The hall fell silent for a moment.

"Hmph."

The person who had bid earlier snorted. After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and said again, "One Eight-Colored Grade 8 Pill!"

As soon as those words fell, a low stir rose through the hall.

Clearly, no one had expected that, for the sake of a fragmentary map, this fellow would actually be willing to bring out an Eight-Colored Pill.

One had to know that for Grade 8 Pills, each additional color doubled their value.

And the further one went, the more outrageous that doubling became, especially after eight colors.

The value of a single Eight-Colored Pill was enough to rival nine Seven-Colored Pills!

"Three." An aged voice spoke calmly and simply.

Elder Yao had finally opened his mouth, directly naming the astronomical price of three Eight-Colored Pills!

He had doubled the bid.

Hearing Elder Yao's words, that person could only give up in extreme unwillingness and shrink back.

Seeing that fellow remain silent, Xiao Yan secretly let out a breath of relief. Just as he was about to speak, Elder Yao's voice sounded beside his ear. "Don't celebrate too soon."

"It's not over yet." Wei Yang's gaze sharpened as he spoke from the side.

Sure enough.

"Five!"

Hearing that voice filled with cold severity, Xiao Yan's face twitched slightly as he turned his gaze toward it.

Wei Yang frowned and looked over as well.

A somewhat gaunt figure was seated cross-legged atop a broad stone chair.

Seemingly sensing the gazes of Wei Yang and Xiao Yan, he suddenly turned his head. From beneath the shadow of his hood, a pair of sinister eyes shot toward them like sharp swords.

Hum~

That gaze caused the surrounding space to ripple faintly. At the same time, an unusual pressure descended upon the