He leaned back against the chair, no longer concerned with the auction items on stage, simply waiting quietly for the grand auction to conclude, silently planning future matters.
Time continued to flow.
"...Congratulations to the esteemed guest in Box B7 for securing this bottle of 'Thousand Year Old Black Turtle' essence blood at the Foundation Establishment Stage with a bid of seven thousand eight hundred Spirit Stones!"
Duan Bingxu announced loudly, striking the bell beside him.
In Box B7 on the second floor, Zhang Yao's previously tense posture relaxed once more, a faint smile appearing on his face.
Although essence blood from a Foundation Establishment stage demon of the Demon Race was rare, the competition wasn't too fierce. He easily secured it with a price just slightly above market value.
"The fourth essence blood is in hand!"
In Zhang Yao's mind, thoughts flickered continuously:
