"I want all five of these top-grade Mahayana Pills!"
Ethan's voice rang out like thunder across the auction hall.
In an instant, the atmosphere of the Treasure Appraisal Conference erupted into its highest peak yet. Gasps, exclamations, shock, disbelief—every emotion surged through the venue like a tidal wave.
"Hahahahaha! Ethan, do you really think everyone here and the Myriad Treasures Pavilion are fools? How dare you claim three thousand spiritual marrows with just your mouth?" Noel Ashenvale sneered with open ridicule.
Beside Ethan, Althea looked up with gentle concern.
"Junior brother, do you have so much spiritual marrow? If not, I can give you some."
Ethan shook his head lightly, his expression calm like still water.
"It's just a little spiritual marrow—no need for Senior Sister to take action."
In the neighboring box, Rain, Magnus, Zeon, and Roan were gathered together.
