Huo Zhenying glanced at Han Dongweng, feeling somewhat tense. She clenched her fist secretly, then slowly relaxed it, took a deep breath, and said each word clearly, "Seventy thousand pieces!"
That was her final limit. If Han Dongweng increased the bid again, she would be powerless.
She could only hope that the Royal Grade Spirit Stones Han Dongweng carried were fewer than what she had, and that he wouldn't continue to raise the bid.
"Seventy-one thousand pieces!"
Han Dongweng observed his surroundings, seemingly noticing Huo Zhenying's embarrassment, and couldn't help but sneer with satisfaction.
With Han Dongweng's opening bid, Huo Zhenying's hopes were shattered. She forced a bitter smile and whispered to Shi Xiaolian beside her, "Xiao Lian, Master... did her best."
