Wang Chan slammed his palm against the armrest, his voice icy. "Fifty billion! Let's see who else dares compete with me!"
His words carried a powerful threat, and no one in the hall raised the bid again. The auctioneer waited a moment, then raised his gavel high when no further bids came.
"Fifty billion, going once! Fifty billion, going twice! Fifty billion, going three times! Sold!"
The gavel fell, and a tidal wave of applause swept through the hall. The eagerly anticipated grand auction finally drew to a close with the drop of Nine-Turn Soul-Recovery Liquid fetching the astronomical price of fifty billion. The guests departed one after another, discussing the bidding in small groups, their faces showing how much they still wanted more.
Wang Chan paid and collected the jade bottle. Before leaving, he deliberately stopped outside the top-floor private room and spoke coolly to the attendant guarding the door.
"Please tell His Excellency Yun Che that I'm very satisfied with this drop of Nine-Turn Soul-Recovery Liquid. I'll host a small gathering another day and invite him over."
The attendant nodded in acknowledgment and only went inside to deliver the message after Wang Chan left. Yun Che merely smiled upon hearing it and waved a hand.
"Understood. Go sort out the accounts first."
Yuezheng Xiangling closed the ledger and looked up at Yun Che. "This Wang Chan was clearly here to sound you out. Are you planning to go to that gathering?"
Yun Che set down his teacup and lightly tapped his fingertips against the table, the smile in his eyes unchanged.
"Yes. Why wouldn't I? I happen to want to see just what this Heavenly Dao Council is trying to do."
Just then, the entire auction house suddenly began to shake. More precisely, the whole Earth was trembling.