"Young Hero Li bids 6... Young Sect Master Qiao bids 7..."
"..."
The Eastern Pearl Tower auction was utterly silent. Everyone stared blankly at the two people not far away.
Their heads buzzed.
Qiao Ziyu kept shooting Li Mo resentful looks before raising his paddle again, looking as though he had completely lost his head.
Li Mo said nothing and merely raised his paddle, as if he had not heard how high the price had already climbed.
Oh, it had already reached five hundred Profound Crystals.
No matter how old the sea silk was, it was only used to make clothes. At most, it could give the clothes a color-changing function.
Three hundred Profound Crystals?
Were they insane, or had the world gone insane?
Even Qian Bufan's face twitched. "Li Mo, calm down. Why not forget it? If you raise that paddle again, I'll want to go dig up sea silk myself."
"I'm young and hot-blooded. How could I possibly not raise it?"
Li Mo raised the jade paddle in his hand once more.
"Why are you buying this thing, anyway?"
"To make clothes."
"Actually, other materials can also..."
"Other materials can't change color, and they aren't this easy to tear."
"???"
Qian Bufan's head was practically smoking as it spun, yet he still could not understand what kind of ridiculous reason that was.
But on second thought, it did not really matter how much money was spent.
After all, Eastern Pearl Tower belonged to him now. No matter how high Li Mo bid, it would ultimately go back into his own pocket...
Li Mo had money burning a hole in his pocket, but why was Qiao Ziyu risking his life playing along?
"Young Hero Li bids again—three hundred and fifty Profound Crystals!"
As soon as the words fell—
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