After a brief silence, someone finally spoke up carefully.
"One Hundred One Thousand Gold Soul Coins."
The voice was not loud, and carried a hint of testing the waters.
"One hundred and two thousand."
Another voice followed right after, sounding somewhat casual.
The bids came in fits and starts, each increase only meeting the minimum increment. It formed a stark contrast with the enthusiasm Doudou had tried so hard to stir up earlier for this "miracle of the lost era."
Clearly, most people still had reservations about the actual value of this "single-use consumable."
Inside one private room, Prince Xue Xing held a wineglass, the crimson liquid within swaying slightly. A contemptuous curve tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Something from the lost era?"
He gave a derisive laugh.
"Hmph. In the imperial family's secret treasury, there are at least eighty, if not a hundred, of these things claiming to come from the lost era or ancient ruins."
"Most of them are useless junk dressed up in mystery. Very few can actually be put to use. They're not even as practical as an ordinary Soul Bone."
Poison Douluo also nodded.
"With things like this, it's fine to listen, but you can't take them seriously. If it really were some earth-shaking treasure, how could it have ended up in a place like this?"
Elsewhere, in another private room.
Flender rubbed his chin, his gaze flickering uncertainly.
"This scroll is somewhat interesting. Xiaogang, what do you think?"
Yu Xiaogang did not speak. However, Tang San's gaze remained fixed on the simple, ancient-looking scroll on the auction stage.
Then he turned his head and said quietly to Yu Xiaogang, "Teacher, I want to win it."
Yu Xiaogang gave a slight nod.
"I've read many ancient texts, and there are quite a few