"Everyone, please calm yourselves."
The old man's voice was not loud, yet it carried an unquestionable authority.
He glanced at the Heaven Rank No. 9 private room, then at the agitated crowd, and slowly spoke.
"According to the rules of the Myriad Demon Auction, for any bid exceeding ten million supreme-grade spirit stones, we have the right to verify the bidder's funds."
"This matter concerns the reputation of our Myriad Treasure Tower. Naturally, we will not sit by and do nothing."
He paused, then turned his gaze toward the Heaven Rank No. 3 private room, his tone becoming far more respectful.
"However, before the verification, this old man would first like to ask the honored guest in the Heaven Rank No. 3 private room for their opinion."
"After all, you are the most esteemed guest of our Myriad Treasure Tower."
Everyone's eyes focused once more on the Heaven Rank No. 3 private room.
They wanted to see how this madman would react when faced with the pressure of the entire Myriad Treasure Tower and all the top factions.
Would he fly into a shame-born rage, or would he shrink back with a guilty conscience?
Inside the private room.
Liu Ruyan's delicate brows were tightly knitted. She looked at Chen Changqing, a trace of worry on her face.
"They're forcing you."
Chen Changqing, however, still wore that calm, cloud-light, breeze-gentle expression. He lifted his teacup and lightly blew at the floating tea leaves.
"No matter."
He did not even have the interest to speak personally. He merely extended a finger and casually tapped the red bidding orb.
Buzz!
The light screen at the center of the venue lit up once more.
This time, there were no numbers.
Only a line of cold, domineering golden characters formed from spiritual power.
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