"Currently, there are only ten Bloodline Pills, with a starting bid of one million Gold Coins each."
"Two million."
"Five million."
The crowd seemed to have gone mad, the bidding voices even more intense than before.
The prices were skyrocketing, shockingly so.
In one of the booths on the second floor, a cold smile emerged on Yan Qingya's face, her beautiful eyes shimmering with deep brilliance. "I didn't expect her Pill Skill in this life to be even more formidable than before, capable of developing such a Pill. I must see how this so-called Bloodline Pill is refined."
The cold voice carried a hint of ruthlessness. She turned her head to the two elders beside her and instructed, "Whatever the cost, you must obtain one Bloodline Pill."
"Yes."
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