Just as Xue Fuyao was considering the possibility of negotiating with the Three Realms Auction House again, the final auction price for the Demon Sword was announced: a full eight thousand top-grade spirit stones.
Hearing the price, Xue Fuyao could not help sucking in a cold breath, then abandoned the idea of making unreasonable demands of the Three Realms Auction House.
In truth, she had only been toying with the thought.
In the end, she had underestimated just how wealthy these people were.
Through the window, Xue Fuyao saw Manager Hou standing in a corner, having watched the entire auction unfold. His grin was so broad that his teeth showed but his eyes did not; if his ears had not been in the way, the corners of his mouth might have split all the way to their roots.
By comparison, the other two managers beside him looked far less pleased.
The Devil Race manager who had received her and Jimo Xiubai earlier was all right; at most, his gaze was somewhat unfriendly. The Demon Race manager's face, however, could be described as black as the bottom of a pot, especially when she looked at the other two managers.
If looks could kill, the two of them would probably have already been sliced into a thousand pieces.
However, Manager Hou and the Devil Race manager clearly paid her no heed. They all worked for the Three Realms Auction House and held the same rank. Why should they be afraid of her?
The auction continued.
This time, an exquisite crystal flowerpot was brought out. A spirit plant grew inside it, roughly three or four feet tall, with seven leaves in all. The leaves were long, slender, and curled, with pearl-like things adorning both edges, crystal clear and very beautiful.
"That spirit plant