"Alright, one thousand spirit stones! Are there any other Everyone who want this Cold Moon Cauldron?" The Confucian-robed Old Man's face was beaming with joy as he eagerly scanned the entire hall, continuing to call out.
The blue-robed Cultivator who had previously bid nine hundred and fifty now gently shook his head, a hint of reluctance on his face, clearly not intending to increase his bid.
The Confucian-robed Old Man waited for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the Everyone one by one. Seeing no response, he immediately raised his voice and announced, "Congratulations to this Fellow Daoist for acquiring the Cold Moon Cauldron!"
Fang Hong nodded expressionlessly, though he felt a hint of joy in his heart.
He touched his Storage Pouch, and a flash of spiritual light appeared as he tossed one thousand spirit stones to the Confucian-robed Old Man. Then, he absorbed the Cold Moon Cauldron into his Storage Pouch, completing the transaction.
