"Wait!"
As Mei Xian'er was about to announce the 6000 high-grade spirit veins for the third time, Lan Mingwei, already somewhat frantic, suddenly shouted loudly,
"Who? Who dares to compete with me, Lan Mingwei, for an item? Could it really be that they are tired of living?"
As soon as those extremely arrogant words came out, Mei Xian'er, who was originally all smiles, instantly turned ice-cold.
Her beautiful eyes glaring coldly towards Box No. 7, she said sharply, "Young Master Lan, please mind your language. If there is a second time, don't blame Wantong Commerce for not being polite!"
During Mei Xian'er's words, the authoritative presence of a Great Success Earth Immortal surged up from her.
Those compelling, sharp eyes seemed capable of penetrating space, reaching deep into Lan Mingwei's heart within Box No. 7, making him shiver involuntarily.
It was only at this moment that Lan Mingwei finally woke up from his previous fury, immediately breaking out in a cold sweat.
