"How the hell are we supposed to compete with that?" Song Lutong nearly exploded. The other bidder had basically shut down any competition from the very beginning.
"Looks like he's dead set on getting this set. Let's just wait for the next one," Song Luyun said helplessly. 'Who even bids like that? It must be nice to be so rich you can just throw money around.'
For a moment, the other Cultivators in the hall were also completely silent.
Seeing this, Xia Wanyun called out in a loud voice, "Two hundred fifty thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones! Are there any higher bids?"
She was met with silence. Just as she was about to bring down the gavel, an aged voice rang out, "Two hundred sixty thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones."
As the words fell, everyone turned their eyes to the private box of the initial bidder, wondering if he would continue to raise the price.
"I bid three hundred thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones!"
