Countless gazes turned toward Chen Yan.
When they confirmed that the bidder was the young cultivator in a Plain White Daoist Robe who had offered the staggering price of sixty million superior spirit stones for the immortal artifact blank earlier, their surprise faded.
They did not know who this fellow Daoist was, or which cultivation sect or immortal kingdom he served.
But he had clearly come for the immortal artifact blank, determined to secure it.
Otherwise, he would never have offered sixty million superior spirit stones.
Now, however, the immortal artifact blank was already in someone else's pocket.
With such a fortune at his disposal, it was perfectly natural for him to bid a high price on this fragmentary text.
Having made the trip, he had to bring something back, didn't he?
Thus, although he had offered a high price in one stroke, there was nothing particularly strange about it.
The old man on the auction platform was also slightly taken aback and looked toward the VIP seats.
Then he said nothing.
In truth, many people in the auction house had some interest in the fragmentary text from the Purple Mansion Pavilion's storeroom.
A starting price of one thousand superior spirit stones was indeed rather expensive.
But what if they managed to pick up a hidden treasure?
Perhaps it was a legacy from ancient times, or a cultivation method left on the Heaven-Stabilizing Continent by some mighty figure from beyond their world.
Yet the instant the young cultivator in the Plain White Daoist Robe placed his bid,
many people backed down.
It was abundantly clear that he was determined to obtain this fragmentary text.
There was no need to keep bidding. Paying ten thousand superior spirit stones on the chance of finding a hidden treasure was truly excessive.
Besides, if