The auctioneer maid's lips curled up.
Very well, we've caught one.
Amidst the uproar, her clear voice continued to ring out: "Three square Spirit Roots, valued at three Immortal Ascension Orders, does anyone want to continue bidding?"
Ying Xiu's face turned livid, with a surge of dark aura rushing to his brow, making his handsome face appear cold and terrifying.
He slammed his fist on the table, causing teacups to fly around, his chest heaving heavily. His outrage ignited his eyes and dispelled his usual gentlemanly demeanor, abruptly rising and storming out the door.
"Bang!!!" With a loud crash, the two wooden doors of the room were pushed open, shattered.
Ying Xiu, with a sullen face, looked at the white-clothed gentleman sitting inside the room and shouted angrily: "Shen Zhiyu, aren't you going to be your Guyin Crown Prince? You deliberately come here to ruin my business, you really have the nerve!"
