"Sixty thousand!" The icy voice was utterly devoid of emotion, like an insurmountable wall.
Bao Xiaoqin's lips trembled as she tried to raise the bid again, but an old servant beside her desperately seized her sleeve.
The old servant shook his head with a pleading expression... The spirit stones they had brought were nearly exhausted.
Bao Xiaoqin's eyes abruptly reddened. She nearly shattered her teeth from gritting them, yet in the end, she did not raise her paddle again. Her slender shoulders trembled faintly, as though most of her strength had been drained away.
A brief silence fell over the auction hall. Everyone thought the matter had been settled. Sixty thousand spirit stones was already a price enough to make all of Sunset City take notice.
However, at that very moment.
The pearl curtain before the most central and most prestigious private room on the second floor, which had remained lowered since the auction began, suddenly moved without wind and slowly parted to either side.
A young yet imposing voice emerged, neither loud nor soft. Every word seemed wrapped in frost and thunder, pressing the entire auction hall into absolute silence, so quiet that a needle dropping could be heard...
"One hundred thousand spirit stones."
Dead silence filled the hall.
Everyone's breathing stopped in that instant. The expressions on their faces shifted from shock to bewilderment, then to an almost absurd disbelief.
One hundred thousand spirit stones!
This figure could no longer simply be described as an astronomical price. It represented an absolute will that could not be challenged!
It meant that the bidder's status already stood above everyone present, even above common sense itself.
The private room from which that cold voice had repeatedly bid earlier fell completely silent, as though it had never existed.
On the platform, Xiangxiang