No one present could know Xiao Jin's identity inside Box No. 7, but almost everyone knew Han Feng inside Box No. 4.
Hearing Han Feng take the initiative to bid, quite a few people were astonished.
Wasn't it just a tattered piece of cloth? How could it attract the interest of Medicine Emperor Han Feng?
Xiao Jin pondered for a moment, then also spoke. "One hundred and twenty thousand gold coins."
The appearance of another bidder raised everyone's doubts another notch.
Could it be that they had all misjudged it? Did this cloth, said to have come from ancient times, truly contain some mystery they could not comprehend?
Hearing Xiao Jin's voice, Han Feng was also very surprised.
He had not expected that aside from himself, someone else would actually take an interest in this rag.
His voice rang out again.
"One hundred and fifty thousand gold coins."
Xiao Jin refused to be outdone. "Two hundred thousand gold coins."
If it came down to money, I'm not targeting anyone in particular. I'm saying everyone here is trash.
The two of them kept raising their bids, and soon the price reached five hundred thousand gold coins.
That was already no worse than some tier-four medicinal pills.
Watching the two boxes nearly flare into real anger over a tattered piece of cloth, many people present swallowed.
A few who wanted to get involved were quickly stopped by their companions beside them.
What kind of joke was this? Offending Medicine Emperor Han Feng over a rag of unknown use—did they think their lives were too long?
Although they did not know who the other expert was, since he dared to show Han Feng so little respect and was seated in Box No. 7, he was clearly not someone people like them, who could