Lin Fan stared at the stage, his jaw clenched. "Bid it. We must get it."
The Princess closed her eyes and pressed her token. "One million spirit stones."
The crowd gasped. One million spirit stones was a great sum, a number rarely seen at the same place.
But the victory was short-lived. The alliance of the merchant guilds, desperate to secure the legacy, immediately responded.
"One million and ten thousand spirit stones!" the announcer called out.
The Princess fell back into her chair, her face draining of color. "It is over. We have lost. I have not a single spiritual stone left."
Lin Fan stepped forward, his expression full of pride and determination. He reached into his robes and pulled out a small leather pouch. "Do not despair. I will save us. I will contribute my own savings to secure this."
He emptied the pouch, revealing his fortune. Twenty thousand spirit stones.
