"Two million..."
Once the price of two million spirit stones rang out, the entire Rough Stone Hall was stunned. Even An Miaoyi herself could not help turning to look.
On the raised platform sat a man who looked like an immortal, sitting there quietly. Beside him were a little girl and a man with sword-like brows and starry eyes.
Seeing this, the maid standing nearby frowned slightly and said softly:
"Saintess, which sect's holy son is this, bullying us like this? Should I go over and reason with him? We clearly had our eye on that stone, but now he's driven the price up and cost us a great deal!"
Unperturbed, An Miaoyi smiled. She glanced at Ye Xingchen, a hint of amusement in her eyes.
She turned to look at her maid and gently waved a hand.
"It's fine. We'll just raise it to three million. Perhaps he has his eye on this stone too. We've only just arrived in this area; we mustn't be too overbearing!"
Feeling somewhat helpless, the maid nodded. She turned to glance at Ye Xingchen and the others, then called out a bid of three million.
When this new price rang out, the entire Rough Stone Hall boiled into chaos. Watching the activity on the platform, everyone clicked their tongues in amazement.
"Is this what a battle between immortals looks like? It's simply unbelievable! They actually bid three million. Just what is inside that stone? Even I'm starting to want it!"
"Say, who's that man sitting next door? He looks so far beyond our reach. He must be someone from a holy land, right? Why do I get the feeling he's from the Yaoguang Holy Land?"
"No idea. Either way, they're people we can't afford to offend. Just watch. Powerful figures like these all