"One thousand eight hundred! Is this Fellow Daoist still bidding?" The Elderly man in Confucian robes looked at the Black-Clothed Man with a chuckle, a hint of anticipation in his eyes. This bidding war was truly intense, far exceeding his expectations.
The Black-Clothed Man glanced at Fang Hong again, a flicker of ruthlessness in his eyes, then let out a soft snort and remained silent.
Seeing this, the Elderly man in Confucian robes paused slightly, then quickly reacted and announced loudly: "Congratulations to this Fellow Daoist for acquiring an advanced Talisman! Please keep it safe!"
With that, he handed the strange beast hide, on which the Talisman was inscribed, to Fang Hong.
Fang Hong nodded slightly and accurately tossed one thousand eight hundred spirit stones from his Storage Pouch, which landed steadily in the Elderly man in Confucian robes's hand.
The moment the Talisman was placed into his Storage Pouch, Fang Hong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
