"3,500!" A senior alchemist from a southern city alchemist faction barked from the lower tier, his voice cracking with desperation.
"4,100!" A rogue student alchemist in a grey cloak countered immediately, his spiritual qi flaring to warn others away.
"5,000!"
"10,000!"
The sudden, monstrous jump of the bid shattered the rhythm of the auction house entirely.
The numbers on the massive, runic projection screens flickered violently before locking onto five digits.
The sheer audacity of the price increase startled everyone in the grand auditorium as a collective gasp rippled through the seating, and thousands of heads couldn't help but look up in unison at the pristine, darkened glass of VIP Room 012.
To drop ten thousand points on an initial opening volley was not a standard bidding strategy; it was an absolute declaration of financial dominance.
Down in the crowded rows of the common gallery, Chu Yan didn't panic.
