From the Heavenly Flame memory images of Old Ancestor Xiao Xuan, Xiao Yan learned that the Dou Di families did not actually live on the Dou Qi Continent, but inhabited Small Worlds of their own.
Such methods were truly terrifying beyond belief.
And in the auction hall, to highlight the value of that remnant map, the auctioneer practically talked his mouth raw, chattering on and on, yet the hall remained utterly silent.
Because the auction house often brought out unknown pieces of junk to fool bidders.
The silence in the auction hall lasted nearly five minutes before the auctioneer finally sighed. Just as he was about to announce that this auction item had failed, a voice suddenly rang out, making him let out a huge breath of relief.
"One hundred and ten thousand."
The faint voice broke the silence in the hall. Immediately, countless gazes moved along with the sound, finally stopping on Xiao Yan, who was seated near the front row. A few mutters rang out.
"Alchemists really aren't short on money."
"Exactly. Spending over a hundred thousand gold coins to buy something like that."
"Heh, I bet this guy doesn't know how sinister the auction house is. He thinks it's really some good thing, not knowing that things like this show up plenty of times throughout the year."
Fan Ling pondered for a moment, his narrowed eyes fixed on the ancient, damaged cloth fragment swaying slightly in the auctioneer's hand. Then he glanced at Xiao Yan, his gaze flickering as a crafty, pleased smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"One hundred and thirty thousand gold coins." Fan Ling looked at Xiao Yan provocatively.
"Two hundred thousand." Xiao Yan did not even look at Fan Ling as he spoke unhurriedly.
The moment this price appeared, everyone present