In the end, the white-haired old man still couldn't win the bid for the first Dust Cleansing Golden Soul Pill.
Over the years, in order to prolong his life, he had spent most of his accumulated wealth.
The Spirit Stones he had left were already not many.
In the situation where that burly man refused to relent, he simply couldn't compete.
He could only watch helplessly as the burly man pushed the price of the first Dust Cleansing Golden Soul Pill to a number he couldn't bear.
"Is there anyone willing to offer a higher price? If not, this first Dust Cleansing Golden Soul Pill will belong to this fellow cultivator."
The entire place fell silent.
The burly man was obviously at odds with the white-haired old man, and the final price he offered was higher than many people's psychological limit.
They didn't find it necessary to offend someone over this.
Seeing no one else bid, Venerable Zhenbao sighed slightly.
