The moment the bid reached six hundred thousand Spirit Coins, the price had climbed another hundred thousand, and no one else followed.
The amount had already edged into overpricing.
"Seven hundred thousand Spirit Coins!"
Just then, a somewhat frivolous voice called out again.
Quite a few spectators instinctively turned to look.
They wanted to see which fool with more money than sense was throwing it around.
Oh, it was the young lord of White Dragon City. That explained it.
Bai Dong had two scantily clad women nestled in his arms, his hands roaming all over them. His eyes were practically buried in their chests, and he looked every inch the lust-crazed lecher.
"Nine hundred thousand!"
Mu Chen glanced at the young master in white and raised the bid again.
After all, the Nine Summers Auction House wasn't run by the Hundred Spirits Royal Clan. It couldn't forbid others from bidding against him. Even if it were, it couldn't be this overbearing.
"One million!"
Bai Dong had straightened his clothes and settled back at ease. He spoke unhurriedly.
Every time Mu Chen raised the bid, he followed. And every time, he raised it by exactly one hundred thousand Spirit Coins. He was clearly targeting Mu Chen.
Some of the shrewd old hands in the hall caught on.
Mu Chen narrowed his eyes as he studied Bai Dong, his expression unreadable.
"Junior Brother Mu Chen, stay calm. White Dragon City is on its home turf."
Su Xuan, gentle and refined, softly tried to soothe him, urging him to keep his temper in check.
They were in White Dragon City, on the other party's turf. It was best not to provoke a conflict.
"How could I? I, Mu Chen, have been refined and easygoing since childhood, and always treated others kindly."
"Since the