Elf (1)

The little creature inside the egg had no idea it was being auctioned off. It lay quietly within the protective barrier, letting people admire it and name their prices.

"The bidding starts at one thousand Spirit Stones, with each increase no lower than one hundred," Xuexin the auctioneer said with a smile.

As soon as she finished speaking, people below the stage began bidding.

"Five thousand Spirit Stones."

"Ten thousand Spirit Stones."

Zhao Sanqi and his companions simply sat there, enjoying the complimentary food and tea from the Cloud Sky Pavilion. They remained completely unmoved as the people around them raised their paddles and shouted bids.

"Brother Zhao, don't you want a dragon hatchling that can soar through the clouds?"

Seeing that none of them were participating, Dongfang Wanyu could not help asking out of curiosity.

Captain Mu turned around and laughed heartily. "Little Sister Wanyu, surely you don't think winning the auction is the end of it?"

Only when they actually got it into their hands would it belong to them. On that point, the Rose Mercenary Corps knew its limits. Throughout Cloud Capital City, there were countless people who dared challenge them.

They had not intended to come this time, but since the Nangong Family had sent an invitation, they decided to look around casually and give Nangong Yuntian some face.

Dongfang Wanyu nodded in understanding. In fact, the seating arrangements alone revealed the Rose Mercenary Corps' standing in the pavilion master's eyes: insignificant, yet not entirely negligible.

"One hundred thousand Spirit Stones."

The price finally reached one hundred thousand Spirit Stones, a bid called from the leftmost private room on the second floor.

Xuexin smiled faintly. "One hundred thousand Spirit Stones, going once."

"One hundred thousand Spirit Stones, going twice."

"One hundred thousand Spirit Stones—"

Suddenly, someone