A middle-aged elder stepped forward, thin-faced and sharp-eyed with a radiant gaze. His steps exuded an aura of indomitable spirit, looking down upon the heroes of the world.
"Why is Uncle Ying stepping in too?" Ye Wu's small cherry mouth formed an O shape.
This Venerate Alchemist Ye's approach is truly terrifyingly generous.
Directly raising the bid to three million Spirit Stones.
It's as if Spirit Stones are worthless to him. In modern parlance, it's like owning a mine at home.
Even more opulent than that rich second generation, Young Master Jin Ling.
"Isn't it against the rules for your auction house personnel to compete for treasures?" A stern-looking middle-aged man spoke coldly.
