"Fifty thousand fortune stones."
"Fifty-five thousand."
"Fifty-eight thousand."
Bids rang out endlessly from all around, while the woman on the stage cast timid glances in every direction.
Her hands and feet were tightly shackled in chains, and bloody red marks had been rubbed into her snow-white wrists and ankles.
She stood there silently as those wolfish, tiger-like gazes fell upon her, making her body tremble faintly.
"Five hundred thousand."
Ye Lin spoke indifferently.
The moment those words fell, the surroundings instantly went silent.
Disbelieving gazes turned toward Ye Lin.
Five hundred thousand?
Just to buy a woman?
Was he insane?
Countless cultivators discussed it in low voices, though none dared speak too loudly.
Anyone who could casually spend five hundred thousand fortune stones was clearly not someone to be trifled with.
"Fuck, Young Master, it's him! They're the ones we ran into!"
In the distance, atop a stone platform.
A burly man pointed at Ye Lin's group in the distance and shouted.
Behind him sat a young man of distinguished bearing, dressed in brocade and silk.
He was idly rolling a bead between his fingers.
If Su Tao had been here, he would certainly have recognized that bead as the one he had given away.
Of the original three, only one remained.
"Are you sure?"
The young man narrowed his eyes.
"It's them, Young Master. They gave us this bead."
The burly man looked extremely excited.
"Good."
"Raise the price for me."
"Huh?"
Hearing the young man's words, the burly man turned around and looked at his young master in confusion.
"Young Master, isn't this auction house ours? Why would we raise the price? Wouldn't that make us complete idiots?"
The instant he said that, the young man rose and slapped the burly man across the forehead.
"You're the fucking