Fan Ling saw that she remained calm and unmoved, then shifted his gaze to the crystal auction platform. After taking a deep breath, he called softly, "One million five hundred thousand."
"One million seven hundred thousand."
A faint voice came from the room beside Fan Ling.
Xiao Yao looked through the window at a middle-aged man in a skull-patterned gray robe standing before the window of that room. He muttered, "People from the Black Skull Tomb. That means I know who's in both of these rooms. Then who could be in the room next door? Anyone staying in the upper rooms should belong to a Black-Corner Region faction. Could it be him?"
"One million eight hundred thousand."
Just as Xiao Yao was lost in thought, Fan Ling across from him called out coldly.
At that moment, Elder Qing, who had maintained a calm expression from her seat in the front row of the auction hall, spoke in a seductive voice. "Young Sect Master Fan Ling is truly generous. You spent one million eight hundred thousand on this Dou Technique. I hope you'll still have enough funds to purchase the final item."
"Hmph." After snorting coldly, Fan Ling turned his gaze toward the crystal platform and barked at the somewhat stunned auctioneer, "What are you standing around for? Hurry up!"
"Heh, please do not be angered, Young Sect Master." Startled back to his senses, the white-haired auctioneer hurriedly smiled. After asking the customary three times, he finally slammed down the auction hammer.
With the fall of that hammer, the flying Dou Technique scroll officially fell into Fan Ling's hands.
After watching that item conclude, Xiao Yao found that the next few auction items were neither as valuable nor as rare as the previous one. It seemed the earlier item had merely