The auctioneer on the crystal platform smiled lightly. "Any further bids? Otherwise, this auction item will be closed."
Just as he was about to strike the auction hammer in his hand, a voice suddenly rang out.
"Five million six hundred thousand."
By a window on the second floor, a man in green robes said calmly, "I, Han, have taken a liking to this Red Flame Armor. Little brother next door, if you want it, feel free to keep bidding. I'll accompany you to the end."
Hearing the blatant provocation, Xiao Yao chuckled and raised the bid. "Six million."
"Six million one hundred thousand," Han Feng said blandly.
Everyone's gazes turned toward the two men at the neighboring second-floor windows. They were more than happy to watch the fierce competition between them, secretly guessing who would ultimately obtain the Red Flame Armor.
Amid the crowd's eager anticipation, the price climbed to the terrifying sum of eight million through the two men's bidding war.
Upon hearing that price, Qing Lin clenched her small hands slightly and said worriedly, "Master, why don't we give up? The price is too high."
Xiao Yao waved his hand and said softly, "Girl, don't worry. I have my own plans. One final bid—if he raises it again, let him have it."
Xiao Yao called out in a deep voice, "Eight million one hundred thousand."
Han Feng was slightly surprised. This person is actually so wealthy? He must be an alchemist too, and not a low-level one. To compete with me until now, he must have quite a bit of money. If he bids again, I won't follow. There's no need to waste so much money on this armor. It simply isn't worth it.
With that thought, Han Feng took a soft breath before speaking again. "Eight million