[Auction House - Grand Hall.]
Everyone in the hall turned to Qin Wei in surprise. But before her bid could even be fully processed, Xin Jo's voice, cool and challenging, cut through the air.
"Twenty-five million."
Michael, the Heir of the Blade family, exploded with frustration. "Hey?! Can't you two just give this to me?! I promise, I won't bid for anything you set your eyes on for the rest of the day!" he pleaded, staring at the two Fourth Order women seated ahead of him.
Xin Jo looked over her shoulder at him, a condescending smirk on her face. "And why would I do that, Michael? Letting you have the sword is indirectly strengthening an opponent of the Xin family. Besides, even though I'm not skilled with swords, this Demon Blade will serve perfectly as a magnificent house decoration."
"You?!" Michael was stunned by her ruthless dismissal.
