Sure enough, the moment Ye Lin called out one million, every gaze in the venue turned toward the Heaven-Number One Private Room.
Clearly, Ye Lin had already broken the unspoken rule. He had bid on a Stone Stele, then the Heavenly Heart Art—was that not enough? And now he still wanted to compete with them for this Dao Fire?
"What do you mean by this? You have already taken the Stone Stele and the Heavenly Heart Art. Why do you still want to fight us for this Dao Fire?"
"Hmph, young man, be careful you do not bite off more than you can chew. I advise you to stop while you still can."
"Young man, it is fine if you do not understand the rules. We can teach you the rules. In this world, having money alone is not enough."
Several voices rang out from different places, each thick with menace.
"Oh? I am afraid you will not get the chance to teach me any rules."
Ye Lin's incomparably calm voice came from the private room. Let alone mere fugitives like them—even if they were descendants of some great clan, he would not fear them.
Eastern Continent was already in such chaos, and they still dared threaten him?
The auction's overseer witnessed the entire affair. Not only was he not angered, he was inwardly delighted. What an auction house wanted was a high price—the higher, the better.
As for now? So long as they did not disrupt the auction's order, anything went.
"One million one hundred and ten thousand."
From a corner below, a man in a black robe called out in an extremely hoarse voice.
Upon hearing this, voices began rising continuously from elsewhere in the auction house. Clearly, this time they intended to truly contend with Ye Lin.