"What did he just say?"
"He's paying?"
"Didn't that young master just argue with the Dragon Race until his face turned red?"
"What exactly is the relationship between these great clans? Why can't I make heads or tails of it?"
"I can't quite make heads or tails of it either."
"Maybe that young master is just too displeased with Three Immortals Pavilion's actions?"
One discussion after another rang out.
Not only were the people below completely bewildered, even the Dragon Race expert was dumbfounded.
What was going on?
That brat had just acted as though he would not rest until one side was dead.
How had he suddenly given them face for real?
Thirty million Ruthless Marks—he was giving them away just like that?
Seeing everyone's baffled expressions, Qin Shaofeng smiled again. "Friends of the Dragon Race, let's lay our ugly words on the table first. This young master simply dislikes Three Immortals Pavilion and wants to make them bleed a little more. Therefore, I will only sponsor you in this round of bidding. If they truly raise the bid again, the sponsorship I mentioned will be canceled."
"Hahaha, excellent!"
The Dragon Race expert laughed heartily. "Brat, although we had some conflicts earlier, for the sake of those words, this old man will speak on behalf of the Dragon Race. We absolutely will not trouble you again over what happened before."
"Trouble this young master?"
Qin Shaofeng sneered. "Hmph! Your Dragon Race? You don't have the qualifications!"
Everyone was dumbfounded once more.
He had finally managed to ease relations with the Dragon Race, so why was he still speaking like that?
Wasn't he clearly insisting on continuing to oppose the Dragon Race?
Truly, they could not understand it.
Perhaps only a few members of the Angel Race present could understand.