Once the bidding for the final auction item, the scroll, passed ten million, the small and midsized factions could no longer compete. They could only shake their heads and sit back down.
The first-rate factions, however, gritted their teeth and held on, their expressions growing impossibly grim.
Several more minutes passed, and the price climbed to sixteen million supreme spirit liquid.
"Sixteen million already..." Up in his private box, Lin Ming could not help inwardly marveling at the spectacle.
He reclined on a snow fox fur blanket, slowly chewing a piece of fruit pastry as his abyss-dark eyes swept calmly over the cultivators below, who were red in the face from bidding.
The true top-tier factions had yet to act, but the price was already staggering.
Sixteen million supreme spirit liquid was a million more than the Mountain-Covering Seal had sold for earlier, and this was merely the appetizer.
Lin Ming silently calculated that once those top-tier factions truly entered the bidding, the scroll's price would likely multiply considerably.
"Eighteen million!"
Just as Lin Ming was marveling at this, a chuckle suddenly rang out from one of the private boxes.
Unhurried and brimming with confidence, that chuckle instantly checked the heated atmosphere in the hall.
The cultivators who were still gritting their teeth and raising their bids felt as though a bucket of cold water had been dumped over their heads. They stopped calling out and turned toward the voice.
Countless gazes converged on Mu Feng, the Young Pavilion Master of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion, who was smiling at the crowd.
Mu Feng stood at the window of the western box, one hand resting on the frame and the other hanging casually at his side. He looked utterly at ease. After watching for so long, the young pavilion master backed