The hall fell silent, with no one responding.
Just as Ma Xiuxiu had said, General Jin Kui, Mian Yue, and Immortal Qinghua did not bid for the Golden Sun Profound Fire. The knot in Shen Luo's chest gradually loosened.
"Four hundred and ten Immortal Jade!" But at that moment, as if heaven itself were determined to oppose him, a crisp voice suddenly rang out.
Shen Luo's expression darkened as he looked toward the source of the voice, his pupils contracting slightly.
It's her. She's here to ruin my plans again! he fumed inwardly.
The speaker was none other than the young woman surnamed Li standing behind Immortal Qinghua. Although she had not recognized him, she had once again, by sheer coincidence, crossed him.
"Four hundred and thirty Immortal Jade!" Shen Luo raised his placard and called out his bid.
"Four hundred and eighty Immortal Jade!" The young woman surnamed Li glanced at Shen Luo, seemingly growing impatient, and casually raised the price by fifty Immortal Jade in one go.
"Five hundred Immortal Jade!" A sense of foreboding rose in Shen Luo's heart as he named the highest price he could afford.
"Six hundred Immortal Jade." The young woman surnamed Li sneered and raised the bid by a full hundred Immortal Jade, treating Immortal Jade as if it were dirt.
Shen Luo's heart sank, and his face turned somewhat pale.
"Mr. Shen, Spirit Fire may be rare, but it still appears in Chang'an City from time to time. This price is already clearly too high," Ma Xiuxiu hurriedly consoled him when she saw his expression.
"Then I'll have to trouble Miss Ma to keep an eye out for it on my behalf," Shen Luo said after taking a deep breath and steadying his emotions.
On the raised platform, Red-Hand wore an