"Three hundred and eighty taels!"
A moment later, just as Squire Li thought the Blood Sun Flower was about to fall into his hands, an elderly voice rang out.
Looking toward the voice, they saw an unremarkable old man. It was clear he had practiced martial arts when he was young, and a young man stood beside him.
The young man had bronze-colored skin and solid-looking muscles. He, too, seemed to have trained in martial arts since childhood.
Squire Li shot them a cold look and again ordered his attendant to bid. "Four hundred and fifty taels!"
"Four hundred and eighty taels!"
With the old man hot on his heels, Squire Li had no choice but to give up.
"Four hundred and eighty taels, going once..."
"Four hundred and eighty taels, going twice..."
The old man looked thrilled. He was old, nearing the end of his days, and wanted only to pave the way as best he could for his martial-arts-trained grandson. This Blood Sun Flower was undoubtedly the best choice.
"Five hundred and fifty taels!"
Just then, someone suddenly placed a bid. The old man and Squire Li both looked over and saw a person wearing a black gauze hat.
After thinking back, they realized this person had made only one bid since the auction began—and it seemed he had come specifically for this item.
They also noticed a small sachet at his waist, identical to the Poison-Avoiding Sachet that had just sold for the high price of three hundred taels.
In other words, if he was determined to win the Blood Sun Flower, he could simply sell the sachet. That would leave him with at least eight hundred taels.
Eight hundred taels was far beyond what either side could afford.
Chen Han had anticipated their thoughts. He had