Just as he'd expected, the Elder of the Dragon Scorpion Race went silent after Shen Haoran's bid. Twenty million Elemental Stones was already pushing their limits. The old man's brows knitted together, and he seemed to be hesitating.
"Twenty-three million!" But just as Shen Haoran started to relax, the old man called out another price. He then shot a cold, provocative glare toward Shen Haoran's private room. Shen Haoran had injured their clan's young master before; this was a debt that had to be repaid. 'There's no way I'm letting Shen Haoran get that Tier Eight Spirit Pill this easily!'
Shen Haoran's brow furrowed at the Elder's new bid. Twenty million was already the highest price he could offer, and it had already surpassed the Tier Eight Spirit Pill's actual value. 'If I go any higher,' he thought, 'I'll have to throw in the Seventh Grade Elixirs I have on me!'
