"Young Sect Master!"
Seeing Fan Ling's actions, the old man beside him could not help wanting to remind him not to waste money out of spite.
"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing!"
Fan Ling's expression turned cold as he snapped at the old man. The flash of viciousness across his face sent a chill through the old man's heart, forcing him to swallow the words on the tip of his tongue.
This rather inexplicable bidding contest left everyone in the hall bewildered. No one knew what madness had seized this Young Sect Master, making him suddenly throw money around to spite a stranger. Such behavior, harming another without benefiting himself, really was bizarre.
Not raising the bid?
Was this fellow only bidding on a whim?
After waiting a short while and receiving no further response from Xiao Yan, Fan Ling's expression soured. The surrounding gazes, which regarded him as an idiotic madman, made the corner of his mouth twitch, and his face darkened ominously.
"Hehe, Young Sect Master Fan Ling has bid two hundred thousand gold coins for this map. Does anyone wish to bid higher?" the auctioneer asked with a smile. When no one answered, he promptly brought down his auction hammer.
Even Xiao Yan, who had placed the first bid, offered no more. Naturally, no one else would compete for this useless Map Fragment, so Fan Ling ultimately bought it for two hundred thousand.
Not long afterward, Xiao Yan, who had been lounging idly in his chair, suddenly had his attention drawn to a medicinal herb on a small silver tray brought out by the auctioneer on the crystal stage.
The herb was fiery red all over, as though it had been bathed in fresh blood. Roughly the size of a palm, it resembled a ganoderma at