With the go-ahead, the Inner Sect disciple was relieved but also shocked. 'Just what kind of Tier Four Spiritual Medicine is this, that the two of them have fought the price up to a hundred and fifty thousand?'
"Sixty thousand!"
After a moment's hesitation, the Inner Sect disciple gritted his teeth and added another ten thousand to the bid.
Chu Qingyun, however, was now looking at the man who had nodded.
The man looked to be about twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old and was quite handsome. He carried himself with a subtle air of nobility and arrogance. It was clear he was the true decision-maker among the Martial Kings they were facing.
And that man was also staring at Chu Qingyun, sizing him up with a puzzled look in his eyes.
There weren't many in the Outer Sect who could casually throw around one hundred and fifty thousand Primordial Spirit Liquid without batting an eye, yet he had no impression of Chu Qingyun whatsoever.
