Qiao Na did not know whether those words were meant to comfort Tang Lan and Lin Ni, or herself.
"Three hundred and forty thousand, going once! Three hundred and forty thousand, going twice! Three hund—"
"Five hundred thousand!"
Just as the host, Sang Sang, was about to call the third and final sale at three hundred and forty thousand, Tang Lan's voice suddenly echoed through the silent auction hall.
At the same time, Tang Lan raised the bidding paddle in his hand.
Everyone turned to look toward Tang Lan and the other two.
Seeing this, Sang Sang revealed an ecstatic expression before saying, "Please confirm whether your bid is five hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins."
"If confirmed, the bidding will continue from your offer while we await further bids from the other participants."
Sang Sang looked at Tang Lan with some uncertainty.
This sort of situation had occurred more than once at auctions before.
A bidder would impulsively bid far beyond their means, only to regret it later and claim that they had no money, causing considerable trouble for the auction house.
The auction house had clearly learned its lesson by now.
The bidder had to nod and confirm that their bid was valid before the process could continue.
Sang Sang's words quickly sparked another wave of cheers throughout the venue.
Smiling, Sang Sang announced:
"Then, does anyone else wish to bid on this Soul Tool, the Mixed Gold Hands?"
"Five hundred thousand, going once! Five hundred thousand, going twice! Five hundred thous—"
However, at that moment, an extremely discordant voice suddenly rang out from nearby.
"Wait, I bid five hundred and thirty thousand!"
It was a woman's voice, coming from seat number thirty-five in the Yellow section.
Tang Lan turned and looked toward the corner behind him, only to