The Overbearing Dragon Race

After the Green-Robed Dragon Marquis called out a bid of ten million taels of silver, no Official Seal sounds rang out for a long time.

The Half-Sage Families could still endure it, but countless wealthy clans groaned inwardly. The Dragon Race was famously after writings rather than money; at every Kong City auction throughout history, ninety percent of poems and essays had fallen into the Dragon Race's hands.

Forget gold and silver—even if it meant trading divine treasures, the Dragon Race dared to bid at outrageous premiums. Not a single Human Race lineage could compare with the Dragon Race in wealth.

"Green-Robed Dragon Marquis, although the Dragon Race has always dominated auction houses, bidding like this does not display the Dragon Race's bearing. After all, this is a Human Race auction house," said the head of a wealthy clan.

"Yes, yes..." Many people chimed in, then turned to look toward the private rooms on the second floor.

"Cut the nonsense. Today, our Eastern Sea Dragon Palace is taking all of Fang Yun's poems and writings!"

The entire hall erupted in uproar.

"How can Human Race possessions be allowed to fall into the hands of outsiders?"

"Making enemies of every Human Race member here, Green-Robed Dragon Marquis, is truly unwise."

"The Dragon Race has grown too accustomed to tyranny. You do not take us seriously at all!"

"Void Sage Fang's possessions should naturally remain among the Human Race!"

Ao Huang pointed down at the people below, then turned to Fang Yun. "Look at them. What do they look like? An auction house is a contest of wealth. Whoever has it buys it; if you are not buying, stop yammering."

"You are quite the yammerer yourself," Fang Yun said with a smile.

"Can this dragon's words be called yammering? This is called