Wu Yongjie was momentarily taken aback.
He felt the voice was somewhat familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.
But when he turned his gaze and saw Mo Wangchen, Wu Yongjie couldn't help but frown, "You are..."
Obviously, he did not recognize Mo Wangchen.
Not long ago at that auction, although the two had competed fiercely, Mo Wangchen had never revealed himself.
"It seems the Young Sect Master has a tendency to forget familiar faces. What, can't you even recognize my voice?" Mo Wangchen said with a smile.
Wu Yongjie frowned deeper; he indeed found the voice familiar, but couldn't immediately recall where he had heard it before.
"One hundred million." The two simple words came from Mo Wangchen's mouth.
Wu Yongjie's face changed dramatically, "It's you!"
By now, he finally realized.
No wonder the voice felt so familiar; wasn't this the person who 'took' his Tianxuan Grass and Green Feather Flower at the auction?
Thinking of this, his face suddenly darkened.
