It was not only Xuan Mingzi who was shocked—even Xiao Qing beside him was stunned.
Her beautiful eyes rested on Ye Lin, a trace of inscrutable meaning flickering through them.
It seemed this man was the real big shot.
Fourteen million.
The number jumped again, and this time, it was still 368, the one who had been competing with Ye Lin for so long.
Seeing this, Ye Lin had no intention of continuing to play with the fellow.
Instead, he stared at the button before him and pressed it again and again.
Fifteen million.
Sixteen million.
Seventeen million.
Eighteen million.
Nineteen million.
Twenty million.
Only after raising it to twenty million did Ye Lin slowly stop.
Xuan Mingzi, meanwhile, stared at Ye Lin with his heart pounding in terror.
Was he merely pressing a button?
Every press made Xuan Mingzi's heart ache once.
Was that really a button?
That was his future!
Ye Lin, however, did not feel the slightest bit affected. They had been stolen anyway, so spending them did not hurt.
Besides, if he ran out of Immortal Stones, he could always keep robbing people.
More importantly, Immortal Stones were already of little use to him.
Using a pile of useless things to buy something that interested him—this was a very worthwhile deal.
"My heavens, twenty million! In the blink of an eye, he threw out twenty million? Just who is this 351?"
"Who knows? Anyway, he's a big shot. When immortals fight, mortals suffer. We'd best not meddle."
"Eh? Fellow Daoist, I have an idea. Do you think I can join in the fun? I'll try raising the price once. That big shot will keep bidding anyway."
"Heh, a big shot may be a big shot, but he isn't a fucking idiot. Go ahead and try. Could