But just as Xiao Hua reached out to grab the magic spear tail, a fair jade-like hand appeared in his field of vision, also reaching for it. What embarrassed Xiao Hua was that each of them had grabbed one end.
"Eh?" Xiao Hua was startled. This jade hand clearly belonged to a female cultivator. When he turned his head, he saw a similarly astonished woman looking at him—a petite, frail-looking figure.
"This..." Xiao Hua wanted to let go, yet did not dare. He feared that the moment he released it, the female cultivator would take the magic artifact away.
Clearly, the female cultivator thought the same. One hand rested on the magic artifact as she stared stubbornly at Xiao Hua, unwilling to concede.
"Fellow Daoist!" Xiao Hua coughed, looking at the early Foundation Establishment female cultivator, whose face was somewhat pale and bloodless. "Why did you not bid just now, only to make your move now?"
"It seems Fellow Daoist did not bid either. Why are you making your move now?" the female cultivator questioned in return.
"I... arrived late!" Xiao Hua gave a bitter smile, rubbing his nose with his other hand. Then he looked at the nearby magic artifacts and said, "There are so many magic artifacts on this platform. Why must Fellow Daoist set her sights on this one? Why not choose another?"
"Yes, there are so many magic artifacts on this platform. Why must Fellow Daoist set his sights on this one? Why not choose another?" the female cultivator echoed.
"Sigh, I..." Xiao Hua sighed, then suddenly raised his head, looked to the left, and called out, "Zai Chi..."
"Oh?" The female cultivator froze and raised her brows to look as well. But at that moment, she suddenly felt her hand slip. The magic spear tail