"1,800 Spirit Stones!"
Shen Mo didn't back down. He took a deep breath and directly raised the price by another 600 Spirit Stones.
"1,800 Spirit Stones?"
"Is he a fool? Who raises the price like that?"
Shen Mo's bidding method attracted sideways glances from many, and a flurry of discussion erupted.
Although Divine Iron was rare, the price Shen Mo offered clearly exceeded its inherent value.
He ignored the opinions of others, his eyes fixed on the black-robed cultivator in front of him, watching to see if he would raise his placard to bid once more.
Shen Mo was determined to acquire this Divine Iron, but he was not particularly affluent. He only had a total of 1,800 Spirit Stones.
The reason he bet everything now was that he had discerned his opponent wasn't buying to speculate. Like him, the opponent most likely had a genuine need for the Divine Iron. Shen Mo hoped to overwhelm his opponent with this display of resolve.
