This is like being a small-time boss with some money in the country. You could have abalone and shark fin, but you insist on eating premium foie gras, topped with a thick layer of black truffle, flown in fresh on the same day...
Simply seeking your own doom!
Min Hualou was completely flustered and red-faced but snorted lightly, "That Qingqiu is excellent, no doubt, but she is young. Whether she becomes a Peak Master in the future is uncertain. Besides, does Wuque even have a future?"
The middle-aged man said nothing.
Whether Wuque has a future is uncertain, but the truth remains — those two people from Wuque are not ones to be trifled with.
The middle-aged man was just thinking this.
The price of the first slim fruit in the first round was set — 40,000 middle-grade spirit stones, sold.
The second one quickly entered the auction process.
The auctioneer knocked the hammer again, just about to stir the atmosphere with some words.
"40,000."
