Apart from Heavenly Residence, the long-established local tyrant in Central Capital.
So, in this arduous battle, she finally became the victor.
"Is there no higher bid? Is there no higher offer?" The auctioneer looked wooden, his voice hoarse and mechanical. Standing from morning till the moon hung over willow tips, while being tormented by these extraordinary buyers, he always thought he would set a new record in the Southern Continent, becoming the first auctioneer to die of exhaustion at the auction house.
"Is there no higher bid?..."
He repeated seven or eight times, when suddenly he realized - no one was raising the bid!
The key point was, the crowd below had long been numb, hearing his broken shouts without any reaction.
The auctioneer suddenly became invigorated, as if he had been injected with adrenaline, raising his voice eight degrees, reviving the sleepy audience below: "No one is bidding anymore? Then the countdown begins, five, four, three——two——"
"One!"
