Zhao Wanqing followed his gaze, then took out the Treasure Pavilion's Detailed List to compare it. After the brief introduction, the two words "Black Wasteland" were indeed marked there.
Among the more than two hundred auction items, there were a full nine entries bearing the Deathly Secret Land's special annotation.
"Come on, Mr. Liu Feng, lend me a hand. I'll call out the number, and you raise the bid for me."
Liu Feng, who had been half leaning in his chair, immediately snapped awake at those words and cast over a puzzled look. "I'm not helping you. Can't you raise the bid yourself?"
"What? Don't tell me you want to change your surname and be called Lin Feng?" Lin Heng shot back with the bragging words he had said before.
"You..."
"All right, Uncle. Just help Young Master Lin call the bid and compete!"
Since Zhao Wanqing had spoken, Liu Feng had no choice but to walk unwillingly to the window and pick up the signaling placard.
"How much?"
"Add one hundred Spirit Stones."
The auctioneer below looked left and right, and when she saw the signaling placard from Third-Floor Room No. 5, she said with even greater delight, "The Zhao Family in Third-Floor Room No. 5 bids three thousand one hundred Spirit Stones!"
She had deliberately mentioned the words "Zhao Family" to make it clear that this auction item was not as worthless as imagined.
Everyone knew the information about each private room in their hearts.
One was the City Lord's Mansion, and one was the Zhao Family.
If the two families fought over something, their strength was neck and neck.
"How strange, how strange! A third-floor aristocratic family and the fourth-floor City Lord's Mansion are fighting over it. Is the Zhao Family really this bold?"
A person unfamiliar