"Is there a higher bid?" Han Tian's voice rang out, surveying the private rooms around.
"Thirteen thousand five hundred Spirit Stones!" Xu Ping's voice, like a calm lake, broke the silence again.
"It's him again!"
In the Song family box, a young man with sharp eyes and star-like brows was furious, slapping the table as he stood. He had naturally recognized the voice of his rival in bidding for the Purple Gold Strange Devouring Ape.
But he ultimately restrained his anger.
"Fourteen thousand Spirit Stones!" the Song family youth gritted his teeth and said.
"Fifteen thousand Spirit Stones!" Xu Ping's voice was indifferent, directly adding a thousand Spirit Stones.
Fifteen thousand Spirit Stones, the Song family youth finally lost his composure; this price had already exceeded his psychological acceptance value.
"I am Song Li, a direct descendant of the Song family. May I know your name, friend?" the Song family youth called out loudly, with a hint of threat in his tone.